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Jun. 5th, 2012

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Jun. 4th, 2012

This is How I Go

I should apologize for jumping right into my problems without giving you a chance to get to know me, but Live Journal isn’t here for apologizes, it’s here to create communities and hopefully friends.

I think the easiest way to do this is in sections.

Education

I will be a senior at Eastern Illinois University come this August. I study English with a focus in Creative Writing and Literature. I love it there and the professors are incredible. They push me further than I could ever push myself and for that, I will never be able to thank them for all they have done for me. Education and the educators that profess it are the only real family that I’ve ever had in life. My actual family is a bit chaotic. I’m a first generation High School Graduate and that includes my grandparents. I am applying to Sarah Lawrence with some help from a few professors for their Graduate Writing program. I hope I get in, but I’ll talk about that when the deadline gets closer. But with that said, I think that sums up my education for now. When school starts again, be prepared to read some stressful posts.

Family

I’m one of six children. I have five brothers and no sisters. My five brothers are extremely entertaining and funny, but they’re also strange. Two of them are my 2/3rds as I call them because we are triplets. No, I don’t mind sharing my birthday and yes, we all get along, kind of. All but one of my brothers have children, which means I have 3 nieces (1 of which, I haven’t seen in 7 years) and 3 nephews. I love my brothers and their families, but as I post about them, you’ll understand that love is another name for acceptance, but that is enough about my brothers for now. My mother as I mentioned earlier is a non-functioning alcoholic and my father was never really around until recently. My mother was diagnosed with inoperable brain tumors two years ago and refuses to go to another consultation to see the tumors progress, but mostly because she doesn’t want to give up drinking to start the medication. It’s sad I know, but the truth is, I’ve come to terms with her death long ago. I’m kind of just waiting for her to die. I know that’s bad to say, but what she does is far from living. My father is an illiterate (seriously) man who loves television (I love television too) and gambling on sports games. He never went further than a four grade education in his life and it’s kind of surprising I turned out the way I did with a family that is so uneducated. And finally, there’s Tim, my step-father, who I mentioned earlier. He does have a high school diploma. He, however, does not support my choice to go to school for writing instead of accounting. He makes a lot of money, too much if you ask me and all he wants me to do is get a job that pays well. But that isn’t what I want.

Interests/Passions/Hobbies

We all want money, but to be honest, I don’t give a shit about money. It means nothing to me. I don’t see the point in it. Sure, you need it do things, but I don’t need it to do what I love and I love writing. I spend so much time writing that it’s kind of an obsession. I don’t think a lot of people understand my love for writing, they think I’m a loner because of it, but that’s not why I stay away from people. I am a very social person, but when it comes to relationships, I avoid them like the plague because I have no interest in them. I’m a narcissist in that way. Besides writing, I love movies, television and reading. My favorite television show is House and it will never change, even if they ended it horribly. Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer is my favorite book and since I don’t celebrate Christmas, I instead read Into The Wild on December 25th. (Don’t Judge Me)! My favorite movie is a tie between Platoon by my favorite director Oliver Stone or Dirty Dancing because I love Patrick Swazye. For hobbies, I write, walk, and play pool (billiards for those who think that I’m talking about the thing you swim in).

Interesting Facts

I have OCD.

I don’t like abbreviated words.

I can speak French. (I’m better at writing it).

My best friend is a gay guy named Malcolm.

I play very few videogames.

I love the food channel (when I’m at a relatives house).

I don’t watch television at my parents’ house because we don’t have cable.

I don’t have internet at my parents’ because my step father doesn’t believe in things that aren’t necessary.

I live on a 60 acre farm.

We raise/sell cows and pigs.

We also sell corn/beans/oil.

And finally,

I’ve written a book that I’m currently writing the second draft for. 

My tweets

  • Mon, 04:06: Who the hell takes a nap at 8:30 and wakes up at 9?! Obviously, a person like me.
  • Mon, 04:09: I'm all vacationed out, especially now that I have yet again another sunburn.
  • Mon, 07:15: It's 3 in the morning and I'm still awake, I need sleep, but maybe I'll wait until 6 to call it a night. But technically, it'll be day.
  • Mon, 08:55: watching a Chuck Berry special on Cinemax waiting for Star Trek to come on...I know, I'm a loser.
  • Mon, 10:24: Dear Twittermates, It's been a long day and you've already gone to bed, luckily I'm still awake, which means I'm watching you sleep. ;)
  • Mon, 10:25: I forgot to say goodnight. Worst of all, I forgot to take my contacts out. Damn you, my poor vision.
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Jun. 3rd, 2012

Vacation?!

Every summer, I go on vacation to Florida to visit my cousin, Ashley and her family. I like it—don’t get me wrong—it’s fun for about a week at least. I miss my home in Illinois and the simplicity of it. You’re probably asking what I mean by simplicity and if you give me a minute I’ll tell you.

I’m 22 and I have problems like everyone else, but sometimes I feel like my problems are worse. I live at home with my non-functioning alcoholic mother and my Catholic step-father. The reason it’s simple there is because I have no distractions besides my mother. I didn’t grow up with cable and internet like most kids my age, which I am grateful for because I wouldn’t be who I am today if I grew up surrounded by technology. (No, I am not Amish). Now, I decided to start this journal because I need someone to listen (or read, for you smartasses that are bound to correct me) to what I have to say (or type) because I feel like no one cares anymore. It's like I’m alone. I’m getting off topic.

Vacation…if that’s what you want to call it. I sleep until noon, I get up and do laundry for my Aunt’s when they ask, I sweep the house when I’m asked, and do other things like the dishes. (I do fun things like go to the bar on the weekend, but I’m not a big drinker. I also go to the beach on the weekends, which I don’t mind at all besides the annoying ass sand). The problem is, I can do that shit at home (well not the beach part), why am I doing that here. I should be home helping my step-father not here doing other people’s chores. Now, I think it’s time to tell you about my step-father.

My step-father, Tim, is a pretty good guy. He’s taken care of me since I was three and I owe him a lot for it, especially since my mom’s drinking has gotten worse in the last six years. He could just have walk away, but he needs us as much as we need him and I thank god he never told us to leave. He’s kind of a spectacular guy because he works from 6a.m. til 8p.m. all to support our family. He and my brothers (Tommy and Todd) farm over 2700 acres a year in Illinois, so it’s safe to say, I have a middle class life. I don’t ask for much because I know he works really hard and asking him for money is crazy. In return for his hard work, I cook dinner, clean the house, and help him in at night. I forgot to mention something, Tim’s paralyzed. He’s been that way for 30 years and still wakes up every day and goes to work like it never happened. He’s someone to marvel at, and most of all he’s someone to look up to at least I do. That’s why, I’m having a hard time on vacation. I don’t know what I should do.

I don’t leave Florida until August and the truth is I think I should be home helping not here having a good time while my step-dad is probably having a shitty time. I’d love your feedback so please leave a comment and in return I’ll read and comment your journal as well.

Jun. 1st, 2012

My tweets

  • Thu, 22:54: RT @juliussharpe: The ages from 18 to 28 are mostly about trying to get quarters for laundry.
  • Fri, 08:24: Dear Storm of the Century, I'm fucking sleeping here. Love, A Tired Person...for once.
  • Fri, 10:34: Back to sleep...I'm seriously the lightest sleeper in the world. If someone were to drop a paperclip in China, it would probably wake me up.
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