Chapter 3

It’s about 3 in the afternoon on August 16^th, 2010. I can’t remember if I had a dream last night or not, but I remember going to sleep around midnight and waking up at 7 this morning. I usually stay up to at least 2 or 3 in the morning and wake up around 5, but I am glad that I went to bed early and got a good amount of sleep. I don’t see insomnia as a weakness, yes it gets annoying having to deal with it, but it makes for quite a good story. I enjoy the nightlife and the stars that exist in the sky. I find the night as inspiration for me, for my poetry.

There’s not much to do around the house today, like most days, so that’s why I’m adding another chapter to this story. Today, I have picked up sticks for my dad and swept up the kitchen, the foyer and the area near the front door by the garage. I watched a portion of the movie Freedom Writers starring Hilary Swank and how it’s about her helping kids with troubled lives. They wrote their own diaries and realized that they all have their own voices and each have different stories to tell. This is true for any person, no two people are the same or have the same voice. Everyone expresses themselves in different ways, some by the way they dress, writing, anger, or any other way. They express themselves through any way that is most comfortable to them and they don’t care about what other people think. No one should care what others think about them. Sure, people talk about others, but most of it is lies and because they are bored and once they get a reaction from that person, they know their bad-talk has worked and they have gotten the best of that person, finding their weakness in the process.

I am now babysitting my little sister, whether I like it or not. My mom has left to take someone to a therapy appointment…she always seems to be busy, my mom. She’s going back to teaching and is a foster parent, while my sister and I are going off to college in about 2 weeks. I’m actually pretty excited about going to college, mainly because I’m going to a place that’s in the middle of basically nowhere, I have no friends going there and I start with a clean slate. It’s a chance for me to make brand new friends and get used to a country that could soon enough be my new home. It’ll be strange not being able to see my old friends everyday or to simply call them up and want to hang out because I am an hour away in a completely different town. I think being away from Madison will be a good thing for me and the whole “making new friends” aspect. People out in Richland Center are actually normal, unlike the people who live in Madison. My dad told me that I would be the only messed up person in Richland Center when I leave…thanks, Dad. But I don’t mind the fact of leaving this stupid town behind, a town filled with people who are always in a rush to get somewhere, who are always busy and self-centered. But oh well, it’s nice to have a good, positive feeling about leaving a place you don’t like, behind.

Kelly is asleep now in her rocking chair, the dogs sleeping on the floor(Bongo on the floor, Pickles on the sofa), how adorable they all are. And here I am, on a different couch from Pickles, and writing a story about my sleeping issue. What a way to make time go faster, huh?