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Being Poor

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.

Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.

Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they're what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there's not an $800 car in America that's worth a damn.

Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.

Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends' houses but never has friends over to yours.

Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won't hear you say "I get free lunch" when you get to the cashier.

Being poor is living next to the freeway.

Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.

Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn't mind when you ask for help.

Being poor is off-brand toys.

Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.

Being poor is knowing you can't leave $5 on the coffee table when your friends are around.

Being poor is hoping your kids don't have a growth spurt.

Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn't have make dinner tonight because you're not hungry anyway.

Being poor is Goodwill underwear.

Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.

Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.

Being poor is your kid's school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.

Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a really good deal.

Being poor is relying on people who don't give a damn about you.

Being poor is an overnight shift under florescent lights.

Being poor is finding the letter your mom wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.

Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet.

Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger's trash.

Being poor is making lunch for your kid when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your kid saw.

Being poor is believing a GED actually makes a goddamned difference.

Being poor is people angry at you just for walking around in the mall.

Being poor is not taking the job because you can't find someone you trust to watch your kids.

Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours.

Being poor is not talking to that girl because she'll probably just laugh at your clothes.

Being poor is hoping you'll be invited for dinner.

Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown glass on it.

Being poor is people thinking they know something about you by the way you talk.

Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.

Being poor is your kid's teacher assuming you don't have any books in your home.

Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.

Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor.

Being poor is knowing you work as hard as anyone, anywhere.

Being poor is people surprised to discover you're not actually stupid.

Being poor is people surprised to discover you're not actually lazy.

Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.

Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn't bought first.

Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that's two extra packages for every dollar.

Being poor is having to live with choices you didn't know you made when you were 14 years old.

Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.

Being poor is knowing you're being judged.

Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1 coloring book from a community center Santa.

Being poor is checking the coin return slot of every soda machine you go by.

Being poor is deciding that it's all right to base a relationship on shelter.

Being poor is knowing you really shouldn't spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.

Being poor is hoping the register lady will spot you the dime.

Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won't listen to you beg them against doing so.

Being poor is a cough that doesn't go away.

Being poor is making sure you don't spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.

Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.

Being poor is four years of night classes for an Associates of Art degree.

Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.

Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.

Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.

Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.

Being poor is seeing how few options you have.

Being poor is running in place.

Being poor is people wondering why you didn't leave.





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Friday, December 28, 2007

Yay Wii!

So I was over at Nichole's yesterday and I sooo played with her Wii (ha XD)  Damn that thing is fun. I didn't think it would be, but it's really nice. Then we went ice skating, that was really fun too! But, sadly enough, now my upper shoulder hurts, aaand I have a giant scrape on my knee from falling on the ice (not once, but twice).

Oh, and can you believe the shit that the DMV is closed untilk the 3rd??? I wanted to get my license BEFORE exams so I could leave right after. Damn DMV.....ahhh

=[

I really miss my boyfriend. He hasn't called me in like 2 days and the last time he did he all of a sudden had to go really fast...and I won't even go into my present he sent me...

So, I'm pretty much down in the dumps, maybe I'll go over to Nichole's again and play some more....


Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Blah blah presents blah blah

haha yeah so another non-blog streak. I was busy with school and shit. Gaaahhh I hate it.

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it.

And the worst part is I have like all D's now thanks to some damn study island thing, stupid ass useless homework, aaaannd...a lazy english teacher who doesn't put in grades until the last minute.

But the very worst part of everything is both my mom and I are probably the biggest Anti-school...ists...you'll ever meet. And guess what she says? She says just to blend into the crowd and pretend you have all A's like the goody-two-shoes and the nerds, and when asked if you studied say "Zomg yaaahhh like for 3 hourzzz" *eye rolly*

I guess it would be easier, but I have a right to voice my opinion, right? When others do, like "I really want to get into this college and have SUCCESS (zomg) yaaaayy and I cajn't wait to study and learn!"

Feh. Nerds.

Anyways, It's Christmas, I'm waiting for someone to come in and tell me we're going to open up presents...seems like the time gets later each year, and it might be me, but does anyone else think that Christmas just feels like another day?


Sunday, November 18, 2007

Currently Listening: Whistle Song

WOW. Not blogged in FOREVER.

Like the title says, sheesh. Lots of news. Might get to it a little later though.My wrist is killing me, my dad says it's a ligament(sp?) problem. So I have a wrap on it and he's going to take me in to see my doc because it hurts reaaaalllyy bad. I shouldn't complain though, as to what happened to my grandma.

So, here's what happened. About 2 weeks ago, my grandma went up to Seville, Oh to give my aunt a birthday card. On her way back, some stupid lady stopped right in the middle of the highway and she stopped just far enough to not hit the lady. Well, some F150 plowed into the back of her Grand Am and put the trunk into the backseat!

She goes to the hospital(all this time we didn't know where she was or what had happened) and she's there for four hours by herself. The guy says she has a broken arm and a torn tendon in her leg and that she would be fine. Well, she wasn't. Now she's at Edwin Shaw rehab center getting the proper care. She had broken her arm up at her shoulder, her wrist, her leg, her collar bone, and her was bruised everywhere. Plus, you know how there is supposed to be space between your leg bone and your knee cap? Well the impact completely crushed that part and there is no space at all.

But, the good news is though, her spirits are high and she's getting better everyday!

Oh, and, my bookbag was stolen! Right out of my own van! AT MY HOUSE! And I know my sister and those disgusting kids next door took it. Because it was IN THEIR YARD, under a bush and completely soaked(it had rained the whole week) PLUS, my calculator was stolen out of it. My TI-84 PLUS Silver Edition calculator!!! Ugh I am sooo mad, those people are idiots. I'll get it back though, watch I'll get it back....*sigh*...

 

I'm sick of typing, lol. I'll update later.


Tuesday, July 31, 2007

~did I ever let on how full of hate I am?~

So I sat down today to read some of the book I chose to read for the damn summer reading thing they used to make the smart ass kids do. Well, now we have to do it and I ain't reading no damn books about appreciating life or whatever shit they're about, so I picked some stupid book called "Staying Fat for Sara Byrnes".

I just landed chapter 3.

G** damnit this book sucks major ASS.

Why do I care about some guy on a swim team!? I swear there is like a whole chapter about laps and time he has to do to challenge himself.

FUCK!

SHIT!

Sorry for the extremem language but I haven't been able to cuss freely in over month. Not to mention the stress and AGH!

But, it's okay, I just breathe...and...try to find spark notes on the freaking book so I don't have to read the damn thing anymore. I'm telling you it's more gay than that one candy man from the gay pride parade last year...or my brother, whichever you prefer.

Oh yeah, I have a new obsession. Matthew Lush is no longer my favorite. Jesse is. He is my hero and emblazes my heart! *lovey sigh* Oh Jesse...

(this is him)

Sooo yeeaahhh....to spark notes!


Sunday, July 15, 2007

~sick Emmie =[~

So I'm sick. I don't know what I have but I'm really white, it's cold in my room but I'm sweating up a storm and I'm so weak it takes all my effort to move my eyes let alone type all this out.

So yeah I'm not feeling too good. My mom thinks I have what she had a few days ago but I think it's from all the stress lately. First off my sister treats me like crap. She invites all her friends over and tells them it's okay to treat me that way too. Now I can't walk by a little 12 year old without getting dirty looks.

It's not like I care, I mean, why do I care about how kids almost 5 years younger than me think about me? But dealing with it all the time and not blowing up is my biggest issue. I can't say one thing without my mom or my dad just telling me to cool down and they're just little kids yada yada yada...well I'm sick of it. She wears my clothes, takes my things, makes messes for me to clean up, plays her music too loud, wants to do everything I do. I'm freaking sick of it!

And I'm also sick of not having any money. I got invited by Crystelle to go to Geauga Lake on Tuesday and my mom said she has no money to give me and she's not driving me to where they're staying. They won't pick me up so I guess I don't go. Oh well.

I haven't gotten my shots in two weeks and my allergies are worse than ever. I haven't left the house other than to work at a horse farm or drive to my brother's to pick up a check.

And the worst part is I think I'm depressed =[ AGAIN.

Oh plus I have to read some stupid book for english class. They used to have you only do that if you were in the Honors English, but with this whole exellence thing...God the last thing I want to do is read a book they're gonna make me read. I hate hate hate HATE that.

I wish I had an IEP like Cody and my sisters have =[ This isn't fair, why do I have to be the normal minded one? I wish I could transfer over but it's too late now >=[  Then I wouldn't get pressured into "challenging" myself. God thats the last thing on my list of things to do. Right after attend a democratic rally on pro choice. OKay, well, maybe not that far down...

Oh yeah check out my pocket emo over in my scroll box to the right! He's awweeessoommeee.



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