I'll be There

Thanksgiving was amazing. I love my family and some of my friends. I drove down with my dad
and siblings and we stopped in NYC and then went to my aunt's house. Once all of my family arrived the party became rather rambunctious, not going to lie though, I loved every minute of it.
My uncle who is Rastafarian cooked this huge feast then just sat there and did not eat half of it . Honestly, i do not know how he goes through life not eating meat.
After dinner my cousins and I watched the 30th annual celebration of Micheal Jackson from 2003 on the TV and we all flipped.
Our moms went to his concerts when they were younger and have all kept their tickets. Since we were kids his music has always been playing in our homes. While my older cousin was getting down to 'Smooth Criminal' my brother sang 'Billy Jean' and my aunt was basically crying when he started singing 'I'll Be There' (that part was kind of ridiculous.)
Later on my cousin and I found the hottest shoes in my aunts room. She has a room dedicated just to her shoes. They are absolutely divine, I did not even care that they were 3-4 inch heels.
I hung out with Lucien during the day and next weekend we are going to the movies and he wants to see 'New Moon.' Can anybody say EW.

Because I said so

my mother is so... !!!! She just makes me so mad. She came back from the drivers ed meeting tonight and she walks into the house and says,
'the instructor said you can drive with non-family members after six months, but you are not going to until you're 18.'
'Why, that doesn't make any sense, I didn't sign up to sit in a classroom for 30 hours to only drive my annoying siblings around for the next two years. The law, driving instructors who know more about this than you do said 6 months, why would I wait 2 years?'
'Because I said so.'
'You can't do this, why do you always to try ruin everything that I have, you made me quit basketball, you are always checking up on my grades screaming if i get one B and you never have liked my friends. I want to drive, without you dictating to me where or whom I drive.'
She just stopped arguing and said the usual line ' you are so rude.'

Anyways today in drivers ed before we left early he had us watch this video, everybody was silent while watching it.

A Story

Sad is the man who is asked for a story
and can't come up with one.

His five-year-old son waits in his lap.
Not the same story, Baba. A new one.
The man rubs his chin, scratches his ear.

In a room full of books in a world
of stories, he can recall
not one, and soon, he thinks, the boy
will give up on his father.

Already the man lives far ahead, he sees
the day this boy will go. Don't go!
Hear the alligator story! The angel story once more!
You love the spider story. You laugh at the spider.
Let me tell it!

But the boy is packing his shirts,
he is looking for his keys. Are you a god,
the man screams, that I sit mute before you?
Am I a god that I should never disappoint?

But the boy is here. Please, Baba, a story?
It is an emotional rather than logical equation,
an earthly rather than heavenly one,
which posits that a boy's supplications
and a father's love add up to silence.

-- Li-Young Lee

pick a number, any number

QOTD: How would you describe anger? (from ned mctigue)
How would I describe my anger?

-inability to do things

-inability to be successful after working so hard.

- failure to express my feelings to those that need to hear it the most

-the fact no matter how I try to explain myself, some people just do not get it

- the fact that I am sometimes a hypocrite

-the fear of never leaving this place

- the fact that I can't picture my future,I can't picure any of it

- failing.

But I know that through all this uncertainty, one thing is for sure. I'll always have you and no matter where I go and when it is done we will walk where the road meets the sun...
(Katie Herzig and Matthew Perryman Jones)