Another Day Skipped...

Well, I made it to the second blog entry… Which means I am still alive and well… for now.

I think my history teacher is stalking me.

As promised, I will proceed to tell you about my friends. First, there’s Alberto. He lives in Texas, (where I used to live) where I really would rather be right now. He has been like a brother to me since the summer after 3rd grade when we discovered that we both liked spongebob and pokemon… (?) I keep in touch with him frequently and he… um… tries. But then he has to take out the garbage… and it’s a long story.

Next, there’s Jordan. (Otherwise known as Squint). Now, there’s a funny story about the two of us. We used to want to rip each others faces off. But that’s irrelevant and will be explained later. (or I could let her explain it since she now has her own blog !!: ) Anyway, now we’re practically sisters… In fact, she’s standing over my shoulder right now. Our parents let us hang out even when we’re BOTH grounded.

Lastly, there’s Ethan. (Who I think is avoiding me right now). He is my history fair partner… Not like your life would come to an end if I didn’t just tell you that. We have just recently (over the last summer) become really good friends. He is an AMAZING guitar player and if you ever heard him play, you would like die. (But not in a bad way… More like a peaceful death… On second thought… Maybe that’s not the best comparison). Well, every time he comes over I have to make him play Sweet Home Alabama. I think he’s pretty tired of that song by now.

I have more friends but those are the most significant in my life I guess. I’ll tell you about the others when/if they come up in my future stories.

I have moved approximately 6 (going on 7) times in my life. I am an army brat, born in Germany. My WHOLE FAMILY has been in the military at some point in their life. Which means I probably will too. The college of my choice? WestPoint. There’s only one problem with that though. My parents now expect me to be “miss perfect angel child who does nothing wrong and never gets angry.” Which, by the way, is not me. But no pressure or anything, right?

I guess it’ll be worth it though. Now, back to my previous subject. We’re moving. Again. But, unfortunately we’re still stuck in Talla-freakin-hassee. I have moved so much in my life, that I can’t really call any place home. (Except for my Grandparents’ house in Seattle. They haven’t moved since my dad and his brothers were born. It smells and looks the same every time I go). Though, home is more of a state of mind than an actual place.

Well, I have to go unclog my brother’s toilet (don’t ask).

-Karen