Well, it has been an awfully long period of time since I have written in this here journal so I thought that my entry would be due about now. I haven’t blogged in exactly a week and so much has happened in that short amount of time. First of all, I’m not quite sure whether I had told you or not but I found out that my 15 year old brother is both doing and selling drugs. I don’t blame him really because my parent’s divorce has been rather tough on him, but still!
He lives with my father, Antony, in East Perth and pretty much never comes to see us anymore. My mum and sister living together in Huntingdale and I am currently living with my 19 year old brother and his other band mates. My dad though has graciously told us only this morning that he is planning to go to Thailand again (he only went at the end of January) and so that leaves my little brother stuck to live with us for two weeks. He is such an a*****e. He told me he was going to leave us on my 16th birthday, had a saucy affair with me social studies teacher and left us with nothing while he buys new cars and suits. Excuse my French, but he is a b*****d.
All of my doctors (Yes, that is plural. I have four of them) are telling me that this is a good thing having my brother come home, but I’m not too convinced. For starters, he’s constantly bullying me and criticising my art and calling me a nerd. I do admit though, I kind of am. I have three book cases full of books in my room, have watched star wars more than George Lucas and prefers to be left alone to my own thoughts than to be forced to share them with others.
Not all things about this week have been negative though. I started my work experience at Huntingdale Primary on Monday and at first I thought it was going to be so boring but I love it. The kids are so cute (I’m teaching a pre-primary class) and they all seem to love me for some god unknown reason which I will never be able to answer in my short mortal life. There is one kid who is especially cute, his name is Beau and he has a little blonde mo-hawk, an ear piercing, bright baby blue eyes and little converse. Oh if he were but 15 years older.
Well, I have started rambling again. And by the way, I don’t mean to dump all of this crap about my family on you and stuff, but writing just happens to be one of the ways which I vent.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
 jesykah041 · Sat Mar 27, 2010 @ 04:23pm · 0 Comments |
