March 3, 2007
Last night I stayed at Tabitha’s mom’s house. (With Courtney too!) it was fun. We played Twister and took pictures, talked, went online, watched Freaky Friday on tv. Then this morning we had our solo/ensemble contest. We got a 1! Which is the best score! We were happy about that. So, when I got home, I had to pack for the cabin. Then mom yelled at me because I got mad at Eddie for not packing the DDR stuff. And, then I wanted to play catch with Eddie, but mom said I couldn’t bring my glove. So I got mad. Then she like pretty much tried to kill me with her effing loud voice, so I just said, “mine as well not go” so she told me to get in the car. I was crying. Why doesn’t my mom want to be my friend?!?!?!?! Jeezus! It’s like she ONLY wants to be my freaking strict CRAZY mother! Then when I treat her like a friend, even a tiny bit, she bites my head off. JEEZ! I am really pissed off at her.
Ava Estelle
Present day me: I do remember this day, but it was a little fuzzy. Looking back on it through this entry helps me conceptualize the good and the not as good parts of my early teenage years. I remember having so much fun with my friends back then, playing our instruments in band together, playing games at each other’s houses. This was the last year of middle school for us. That was a blast, before we had any real responsibilities. On the other hand, my mother was having another bad day and decided to take it out on me and not on my other siblings because I don’t remember anyone else getting pissed off and crying. I don’t think she even gave me a legitimate reason why I wasn’t allowed to bring my softball glove. Playing catch with Eddie gave us something to bond over and I was good at throwing and catching! It seems like my mom got mad at me because I was mad at Eddie, then decided to just treat me more like dirt and make me feel bad.
