The diary of a daydreamer :)

Augest 18th

Journal,

  Today has been shitty. Mother and I keep arguing over the littlest of things. It's all I can seem to write about... But it's only one in the afternoon. And I might write a little more later.
  Still, I can't stop thinking about how much we argue. I mean I know I'm not perfect. And I'm not what she expected in a daughter. But she could at least be a little more compassionate about things.
On the bright side of things. My dog completely tore apart his chew toy. And I'll never have to listen to it squeak ever again.
  Did I mention I have a dog? Well if I didn't I might as well talk about him. His name is lucky. He's about 7 months old. I got him sometime in march. I think I was a week before I changed schools. I'm pretty sure my parents got him so I'd shut up about the transfer. Believe me it worked. My puppy is my everything. He's a pitbull lab mix. He has beautiful white fur. With some black on him. He's got black around his eyes so we call him emo puppy sometimes. He knows a whole bunch of tricks to. He's really smart... and really dumb at the same time. And he's in love with my younger brother Shawn... yea don't ask. Just don't.
  He's a really great puppy.
And since I mentioned one of my brothers I might as well talk about my siblings. As I said before I have 4 brothers. There's
Cody (17)
Erik (16)
Adam (14)
Shawn (going to be 13 in two days.)
They're all teenagers. And they're all annoying at times. Cody and Erik don't really bother people. They love video games more than their own mother. And Adam. Well he's evil. He can trick you into doing or saying anything. And he lovessss his money. He's a greedy little leprechaun. And Shawn. Well. He's Shawn. You can't stay mad at the kid. You see he LOVES his comedy. He does a whole bunch of. Cartoon impressions. He's really good at them to. Since he's only been doing them for a year. He wants to be the next robin Williams. And I'm sure he could be to. Just minus the suicide and depression part. That parts my job.
Moving on to sisters....
Well sister.
I have a little sister named Natalie. But everyone calls her pooka. She's 11 and she's super girly. And yes if your wondering. I do have to share a room with her. And believe me I hate it. Half of the room is cover In these great band or action movie posters. It's colors are dark and just great. And then.
The other side of the room.
It's pink! Or purple. And cover with stuffed toys and kitten posters. And yes. I hate it. A lot. And she hates my side of the room. And yes. We argue about our room all the time.
  So yep. That's my family.
Well my siblings.
I shouldn't really talk about parents.
All you have to know is that they hate rock music, hate poetry, and pretty much just hate everything I like.
But that's all I have time to write about now. I might write a little more later.

-Chelsea

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