Journaling Schizophrenic

Entry seventeen: That's Not My Name

I guess I donn't really need to explain why this is a day late, what with the servers being down and everything...

Anyway, I hope you all have a happy Earth Day and a good easter weekend to those of you that celebrate it :)

Enjoy!

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Dexter’s Fifth Response:

You really want the whole story of how I met Kaaleb? Ok fine.

As you know, my Grandma Alice is the vice president of her local knitter’s club. The summer my parents made me go live with her she forced me to attend knitting club with her. There were a lot of old ladies there let me tell you, though quite a few were in their thirties and forties too. As you can imagine, I was bored out of my mind, but somehow my scarf was turning out ok. Though to be honest, kitting row after row with just one ball of yarn isn’t all that difficult, but I guess it just made it tedious.

Anyway, one day, a few weeks after I started coming with grandma Alice, Kaaleb came back. She had been on vacation in the Bahamas and had a wonderful tan. Since you’ve met her, you know how beautiful she is, so I don’t think I have to really explain to you what I was thinking when she walked in with her bag of knitting needles. And no Sadie, it wasn’t anything dirty.

The ends of her knitting needles were little carved skulls and when I asked her about them eventually, she told me she’d had them custom made out of (legal) animal bone. She enjoys telling people they are family heirlooms and that she uses them to skewer people, but I guess she respected me a little for actually being part of a knitting club (she didn’t know I was being forced at the time).

We started talking and she showed me some of her knitting projects. Almost all of them were black, punk and/or otherwise really cool looking, like this pendant that looked like entwined flames coming from a light bulb. We started hanging out outside of knitting club and got pretty close. And it wasn’t only because she was more interesting than my grandma Alice (and I mean that in the nicest way possible gran…). I found out that her name was actually Joy, but she felt that didn’t represent her at all and she wanted to express her freedom and rights of independence, so she started making people call her Kaaleb. Don’t worry though, her parents are hippies so they understand. And they are quite nice people, so we ended up spending a lot of time at her house (again Sadie, I’m going to say Not Like That!)

Then summer was over and I had to come home. It’s not like I didn’t miss you, so I was at least a little glad to be coming home, not to mention I really wanted to play on my Xbox again. But I was definitely sad to have to say goodbye to the whole knitting club. With some help from Kaaleb those ladies really showed me how cool it is to create things. And that is exactly what happened and the reason why I now like art and Do It Yourself projects.

Now you know.

Moving on to the subject of our double date, I agree, it was a good plan and a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I can’t however, agree with the fact that you won the scavenger hunt. You and I both know that those kids were biased towards transformers. It’s not our fault the kid we asked decided to call us the Drippy Diapers, bleh. I can understand her frustration with her baby brother, but why?!?

In any case, our stuff was way better. We found crunchier leaves, a shiny bouncy ball, half of a sub and a Greek coin! We should’ve won. As for the war, if your “Emo Soldiers” couldn’t handle a couple of blades then I really don’t think they were fit for battle.

As a last note, Marny, it is not cool to manipulate Sammi that way, and Jamie, let Sammi breath a little ok?

Entry seventeen:

That’s Not My Name. That was a nice story, I’m glad you managed to make such a good friend when you went to stay with Grandma Alice. She seems really nice. I understand her reasons for changing her own name I guess, but why does she have to give everyone else nicknames too? My name isn’t Zoe, and it’s only mildly funny that SammiZoe vaguely resembles Schizo. And Gavin is not a Leaf Pile. How does that even qualify as a nickname? But I’ll try to ignore it for now since she seems like a lot of fun anyway, Rightov.

But there is no way you can say a bouncy ball – no matter how shiny – could ever compare to a Tonka truck filled with Barbie bits. And ha ha at being called the Drippy Diapers, but that just proves the point that the kids named us and the name did not apply to our team mates. Running at them with scissors is cheating (and no I don’t care if it wasn’t you specifically doing it, the fact that you allowed one of your men to makes you responsible). Thanks for getting the voices angry and confused though, I really do appreciate you trying to help.