Happy Halloweens!

I don't know about who ever reads this but my pumkin got stolen two days before Halloween. :'(

Not only did the floods take our pumpkins but a weirdo... I know pumpkins are sacre people but really?! So on the spooky day, my mom took a plastic pumpkin candy basket thing and put a candle inside of it. Teachers have the best out of the box ideas. :)

My street consists of college kids and old people. So its only natural that we get five bags of candy that end up in our stomachs. We hardly get any trick-o-treaters so its only natural we get a ton right?  I love that reasoning. Though I'm going to start doing a lot more than pilates once a week as my exercise cause of my stupid foot. I have yet to get an MRI....

My cat is freaking out today...

Also RIP to James and Lily Potter

Ballet Rehearsal

Today I had class 11-1:30, then Jr Company rehearsal 1:30-1:50, a break, School performance rehearsal 2-3, then waited there for like thirty minutes until my mom asked one of her friends to take me home while she dealt with the little kids as she volunteers.

FINALLY HOME!!!!!

I love Saturdays even during Summer Vacation

Now just listening to some tunes and going to play Sims 2 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes I feel blogging is just a longer body of space for words to describe Facebook stuff....

Like how your day went. You don't answer to your parents but you blog about it to random people or put it as your status -short version of course- to your friends. Unless you're friends with your parents....

I'm friends with my aunt and distant relatives as neither of my parents are on Fb which I'm kind of glad very happy about ;)

"I Love You" Story

An old story I wrote....

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“I love you”

That was his last words.

Three words.

Eight letters.

Simple yet so complex.

His feelings was all he said to her. To the wife he had left behind. I watched him die. My own blood, just pass before my eyes.

I remember when he was five and I nine, he the little puppy and I the annoyed cat. He knocked over that expensive vase of mom’s and blamed me instead. Of course mom knew the truth but still, he made me mad which caused me in trouble as I punched him.

I remember when he was nine and I had just turned fourteen. On the day of my birthday he let out his pet snake as a prank. A girl found it while going to the bathroom. She freaked out as it was her favorite animal. I laughed as my brother was punished.

I remember just a couple of years ago, he fourteen and I eighteen. I was moving out. Off to college. Thinking my brother would be glad to finally have his annoying older sister out of the house which he could rule the trouble. But he cried, not letting go.

I remember when he finally turned eighteen and I already twenty-two. He had gotten mixed with the wrong crowd. He drugged and cut himself through the pain. The pain my parents did not see as they argued and eventually divorced. I had been dating; soon later would I only discover the cheating.

Now I’m twenty-nine as today is my birthday. He could have been twenty-four. I’m married, have a four year old son and a newborn daughter. My husband is at the hospital while I here at the town cemetery. Here I am standing in front of my younger sibling’s grave. His wife is at the hospital, had already given birth to his daughter today; the little girl he never knew.

The wife he had left behind: a woman who could not show her feelings to anyone and only within the past year had she opened up to him, the first being that she had opened up to in her life. She helped him with his problems as our parents moved far away and I always traveling due to my job. She helped him not cut himself. She helped him not feel pain. She helped him not drug himself. She helped in so many ways but instead of sending her flowers or setting up a cute date. He ends up in a car cash. His life cut short by an alcoholic.

I stand before his grave. The cold winter breeze send a chill down my spine. I’m wearing the so-called- scarf he made at Christmas for me, the socks he had sewn poorly together in sewing class, and the little plastic ring he had gag-gifted to me when I turned sixteen. I may look like a dork but who cares?