Hurricanes... I also hate them

They ruined Halloween and my birthday :( I had to spend my Halloween and birthday in a hotel with a 2 year old that won't stop touching my stuff and an aggravating uncle that keeps on trying to see what I'm doing on my laptop. Not that I am doing anything shady. But, I have it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine when people are constantly trying to look over my shoulder. Another pet peeve is the phrase pet peeve, at the moment I just can't think of another term. I am finally 13. Which means I can change the birth years on all my accounts to my real one...yay! Other than that, I hope that those whose Halloween wasn't ruined by a storm, had a nice one. Actually now that I think about it I remember Bloomberg saying that the Halloween parade will be rescheduled next week so, maybe I won't miss out after all.

Upset over a gift less and joyless birthday,
Jack

Well then...

I was using the bathroom. The door opened and closed (front door that is not the bathroom door). Thinking that it was my dad I yelled out that I was in the bathroom. I went outside after words, and no one was there. The door didn't open again while I was in the bathroom earlier, which would signify that someone came and left. Whoever came in is still here. The apartment is empty as far I know. Disappointingly this isn't a joke.



Well then...



Wish me luck,
Jack

Hey, I'm back

I'm am finally back from a surprisingly terrible time at camp. I really hate how obnoxious and arrogant the other people there were. It was almost hard to believe. The majority of other people there were a lot less intelligent than I would expect of their age. I'm really hoping they were just putting on an act, or else I think I've lost faith in my generation. I did meet back up with a girl who's way of thinking was so much like me, it was like talking to myself. I love her so much. she is literally the only reason I don't argue to much when my Dad says I'm going to the camp again next summer. Even if I do want to draw the days of summer away instead of going there, talking with her makes up for it. Her house is close by but I can't see her, sadly, during the school year because she goes to a boarding school. Which sucks for me, but then again there's not a lot I can do about it.

Sorry about that

I had intended to write a few posts last week but things came up. And they are still coming up so I probably won't be posting for about a month. And people are actually reading what I wrote I'm happy about that. Actually, now that I think about it, the views might just be my parents snooping around. It's not like they're going to find anything either. But, if the views aren't from my parents then, great. Even if it is only 30 views other than my own.

So, I'll see you all in four weeks :D

I remembered why my dad and me originally left Virginia

Because it's so boring... And there are a lot of mosquitoes.

My Dad made us move to New York because he thought Virginia was boring, slow and where people went to retire. At the time I didn't see it that way and thought he was just moving for the heck of it. And pretty much hated him for it till I went back to Virginia for a couple of weeks to visit family. I realized that you end up doing everything there is to do in the first 3 days, leaving nothing else to for the rest of your stay there. But, then I was only 8 or 9 and had other a few friends in another close by town next to where my godmother lives. But, now that she passed and I'm only a few months away from becoming 13, I'm clearly not interested in the boring conservative people of Virginia after becoming used to the more exciting people of New York for the past 5 years. So, this has now lead to me become even more pale from staying inside for up to 5 days in a row, making me look even more Irish.
I just realized I basically told you my life story |: 

*Tears of Joy*

A single from the soon to come album ¡Uno! Has literally made me cry tears of joy. I never thought a day like this would happen because I have always thought tears of joy was a stupid way of showing joy. But, now that it happened to me, I'm a bit disappointed in my ability to keep my word. Though, what can I do? The tears were for a good cause.

Edit: Looking back on this it is a pretty stupid post, keeping it up to shame myself.

Mosquitoes, they just want to watch the world burn

I went outside for a couple of minutes, accompanying my grandmother while she walked the dogs. And I swear, the mosquitoes must have been eager to get back to my blood since, I just got 8 bug bites in a about three minutes. I don't know any mosquito that can bite as fast as that. It was probably to make up for the past couple of summers I wasn't bitten on by mosquitoes that apparently were on a high for my blood. I think  I just discovered another 500 bites.

Arggghhh I want to go outside :/

It's all nice outside and I'm inside laying on a bed. I can't go outside without the risk of getting locked out because I don't have a copy of my grandmother's keys. Plus, she usually calls the house around twelve so I have to wait till then or she'll think I was kidnapped or something. So what can I do if I decide to leave... I could try to hop the fence in the backyard but people might think I'm trying to break in and call the police. I could see if I could find a way to keep the doors unlocked but make it seem like I locked it, possibly not the greatest idea since my grandmother is super paranoid about someone breaking in. I actually might go on a bit of a scavenger hunt for an extra pair of keys hidden somewhere in this place because, who doesn't have an extra pair of keys somewhere in case they lose the original? I also want to let the people of Virginia know that the guy who has been inside 10/14 days of his stay here so far, is finally going outside!

The Attic

I woke up pretty early this morning to discover that something rather large is running around in the attic of my grandmother's place. It was freaking me out because I know no one's been up there since who knows when. And it was just sort of just running around and it sounded about the size of a medium-small dog. I still hear it as I'm typing this so, I'm probably just going to crank up the music to drown out the sound of whatever is up there. That way I won't have to know if the animal is digging a hole in the floor of the attic to place rat nests all over the place while I'm taking a shower.

That family...

I've noticed that some of the people of a family that lives across the street from my grandmother gets back to their home really late in the night. Almost 10:30-11:00, I know because I hear their car parking. But, it's not like they're disturbing me or anything, it gives me something to listen to as I wait for my brain to allow me to go to sleep after I've already had my eyes closed for the past hour.

Different type of slouching has been discovered...

After being outside recently, I've noticed people have started slouching differently than what I would expect. Instead of the usual hunched over slouch, their slouch is sort of leaned back but, not in a sitting up straight sort of way. It's as if they were puffing out their chest permanently. Maybe, it's because they were so heavy that the fat messed up their posture at some point and they haven't gotten to fixing it. Or they were thinking, "Hunching over and good posture= too mainstream."

Why must dogs bark so much?

I swear these dogs have super hearing. It's quiet outside an occasional rustling of the leaves then, suddenly, the dogs go on a barking fit. I know they aren't barking at each other because they never do that so I'm just going to assume that they had contact with radiation when they were younger and developed super hearing.

Case closed

I don't want to leave the bed

I woke up a bit earlier then usual today because I heard some stuff going on downstairs even though I knew I was the only one in the house other than the dogs. I got a bit freaked out once my grandmother's paranoia took over me and convinced me that someone might be in the house. After about 5 minutes the shuffling stopped and I was tempted to go investigate but, once again, I got struck with a wave of paranoia that something was under my bed. Now, I decided to try to find any explanation for the sound in my bed instead of going downstairs, I concluded that it must have been one of the dogs scratching at a carpet. They do that often so I settled on that. But, then the space under the bed was another problem. I thought that if I put my foot on the floor really quick and something didn't grab my foot and rip it off I was safe to get the bedroom door way. Nothing happened of course so I went downstairs to get breakfast finding no one in the house. Everyone knows that someone who is in a house alone can get a bit paranoid.

Why? WHY?!?!?!

Why do construction workers always pick the worst possible time to start working, a.k.a. 7 in the morning.
I was peacefully watching and criticizing paid programs on SyFy when they started banging away on the neighbor's concrete steps. Since dogs are super sensitive to any noise, my grandmother's dogs started barking like crazy. Then, I had to get up and yell at them in the dark to be quiet, which was actually a bit scary for me since they day before I had been watching some weird movies about something or another that freaked me out a bit. So, I was turning on all the lights, making sure there wasn't any dark corners or rooms that might hide something other than a what should usually be there. Once I realized what I was doing, I got mad at myself for believing they would only come after me when they could be eating/attacking a more appealing victim. For example, the construction workers next door.

I made a blog

Hello! On this blog I'm going to be posting what I notice in people and my thoughts on multiple topics. I actually created this blog to pass time this summer since it's probably the only opportunity I have to make this blog with out being discouraged by how busy I am with school.