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First outlook on the 09
As the lights on the television from Time Square went off and the cheers sounded throughout the room, I knew that this year was to be different from the last, from 2008, and I can't help but to anticipate for those changes.
I looked around the living room, and the first person I saw in the year of 2009 was my uncle; he was laughing and happier than I have ever seen him in my time in Kentucky for the Holiday vacation. He kissed his wife, and carried his daughter. My uncle looked like the king of the world right then; he had a house, a loving family, and even though my family's not the richest of families around, he found his wealth in what he had already. My uncle has series of health problems, mainly his back and muscles, and I hadn't known until earlier in my vacation was he constantly in pain. And there he was, genuinely smiling like there was no tomorrow.
Only a couple nights ago, probably on the second of January, I found my father. I was only three when my parents divorced and my father left to Indiana; at the age of nine, my mother, sister, and I moved to Nevada. I've hardly heard from him, and only know vaguely of how he's been throughout the years. My mother had called me that night from across the country, and she gave me good news and bad news. My father was safe, but in jail. He's been in jail, from what I know, most of the time I've been alive from drug abuse. He's quit from pot, and crack, but on while on probation, he was caught unclean during a test with Methamphetamine. I'm only glad to know he's alive.
When coming home on the plane earlier this morning around three o'clock, I was drawing a picture, and the person next to me, a man around his mid twenties, woke up to use the lavatory. Me being on the aisle seat, he asked me polietly to move, and I did. I packed up my drawing and allowed him to pass. When he came back and settled down again, we made light conversation. How he slept, and why I wasn't sleeping. Of course, probably only being polite, the man asked me if he could see the project I was working on. I was a little hesitant at first, since I was drawing a picture that most likely would offend the man (a male/male relationship drawing), but showed it to him anyways. Literally, he said "what the fuck" amongst other things. Then, for the rest of the plane ride, we had an interesting homosexual rights debate, quoting the Bible and putting our own thoughts into it. I believe I may have loosened him up some?
Oh my God, her eyes. When meeting my best friend at the school today to walk with her to my grandparent's house for Internet usage, I couldn't believe I was looking into her eyes again. Of course it had only been sixteen plus days that I hadn't seen her, but for a moment, I felt like crying; an ugly question coming into mind: What if my plane had crashed on the way home? I, she, her boyfriend, and partly my boyfriend all know that I care for her very deeply, deeply enough where it is that I am over stepping my boundries, but I can't help it. Her eyes, multi-colored and magnetic and warm, are all I can think of if I'm frightened, or depressed, panicked, or feeling solitary, and it's only she who knows more things about my life nowadays than my mother.
I logged onto LiveJournal for the first time this year. Its been nine weeks since I've updated my journal, and probably another nine weeks until I upload it again after this entry. I feel like a stranger upon looking at my commuinties, and I do not dare to go onto my friend's only account where I maintain a community and to show up and have nothing to make for my absence. As on here; My last updates seem so long ago that I'm a new found reader to my own stories as I re-read them. Honestly I do not remember as to what's suppose to happen next, or what I was aiming for in any of them aside from love and smut; Would Jounouchi be anything but a victim to his father or Kaiba in my fandom? I'm not to sure on how to answer that or where to being, but I'm not saying that I'm loosing my heart in the Puppyshipping fandom.
I'm sure you've probably heard a lot of this in the past seven or so days; Happy New Year.
I looked around the living room, and the first person I saw in the year of 2009 was my uncle; he was laughing and happier than I have ever seen him in my time in Kentucky for the Holiday vacation. He kissed his wife, and carried his daughter. My uncle looked like the king of the world right then; he had a house, a loving family, and even though my family's not the richest of families around, he found his wealth in what he had already. My uncle has series of health problems, mainly his back and muscles, and I hadn't known until earlier in my vacation was he constantly in pain. And there he was, genuinely smiling like there was no tomorrow.
Only a couple nights ago, probably on the second of January, I found my father. I was only three when my parents divorced and my father left to Indiana; at the age of nine, my mother, sister, and I moved to Nevada. I've hardly heard from him, and only know vaguely of how he's been throughout the years. My mother had called me that night from across the country, and she gave me good news and bad news. My father was safe, but in jail. He's been in jail, from what I know, most of the time I've been alive from drug abuse. He's quit from pot, and crack, but on while on probation, he was caught unclean during a test with Methamphetamine. I'm only glad to know he's alive.
When coming home on the plane earlier this morning around three o'clock, I was drawing a picture, and the person next to me, a man around his mid twenties, woke up to use the lavatory. Me being on the aisle seat, he asked me polietly to move, and I did. I packed up my drawing and allowed him to pass. When he came back and settled down again, we made light conversation. How he slept, and why I wasn't sleeping. Of course, probably only being polite, the man asked me if he could see the project I was working on. I was a little hesitant at first, since I was drawing a picture that most likely would offend the man (a male/male relationship drawing), but showed it to him anyways. Literally, he said "what the fuck" amongst other things. Then, for the rest of the plane ride, we had an interesting homosexual rights debate, quoting the Bible and putting our own thoughts into it. I believe I may have loosened him up some?
Oh my God, her eyes. When meeting my best friend at the school today to walk with her to my grandparent's house for Internet usage, I couldn't believe I was looking into her eyes again. Of course it had only been sixteen plus days that I hadn't seen her, but for a moment, I felt like crying; an ugly question coming into mind: What if my plane had crashed on the way home? I, she, her boyfriend, and partly my boyfriend all know that I care for her very deeply, deeply enough where it is that I am over stepping my boundries, but I can't help it. Her eyes, multi-colored and magnetic and warm, are all I can think of if I'm frightened, or depressed, panicked, or feeling solitary, and it's only she who knows more things about my life nowadays than my mother.
I logged onto LiveJournal for the first time this year. Its been nine weeks since I've updated my journal, and probably another nine weeks until I upload it again after this entry. I feel like a stranger upon looking at my commuinties, and I do not dare to go onto my friend's only account where I maintain a community and to show up and have nothing to make for my absence. As on here; My last updates seem so long ago that I'm a new found reader to my own stories as I re-read them. Honestly I do not remember as to what's suppose to happen next, or what I was aiming for in any of them aside from love and smut; Would Jounouchi be anything but a victim to his father or Kaiba in my fandom? I'm not to sure on how to answer that or where to being, but I'm not saying that I'm loosing my heart in the Puppyshipping fandom.
I'm sure you've probably heard a lot of this in the past seven or so days; Happy New Year.
