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I got asked if this blog is dead, or what. It’s not dead, I thought I made it clear I’ll blog when I feel like it and when I have time. I’ve gone longer times with not blogging when I was doing it more regularly.

I have been wanting to blog for about the last week, but I’ve been quite busy and just haven’t gotten around to it since it isn’t on the top of my prioritys.

Last year, I was on the computer or watching tv 4 hours minimum, so I had time too do stuff like blog, be on facebook for hours, talk on msn constantly, and all that jazz. This year I have practice, which I had last year but it lasts longer this year and we useally go to the store after or out to eat. Then I have homework, which I really didn’t have last year. Anywhere from 10 minutes to 3 hours, and there really is no average, it varies alot. Then 2 to 3 times a week I have pep band which is 6:15 until 9, which is when I go to bed. How does that make my schedule look?

3:00 school gets out
3:10 practice
5:30 get home, eat, check emails, get homework organized
6:00 leave for pep band, do homework there, possible eat there
9:00 get home, sleep.

and when there is no pep and the 6-9 gap is filled with homework, catching up on youtube, blogs, and sometimes watching Glee. Now you don’t even want to see my Wednesday schedule when I need to make a video! Sometimes I even just forget 😉

Now I’m not saying I’m the only one who is busy in the world, I’m just saying that I’m busy and it’s not something I’m used to, you know?

Now I would like to just do a mini rant, freestyle type, kinda thing. Friday I found out my dad is in the hospital. He has been for the last month. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m not close with my dad. I haven’t seen him since my 11th birthday. I am however close with my half sister, who keeps me updated on that side of the family. Now he is in the hospital every year to every other year, but it’s useally just for a week. That’s what this was supposed to be, he got surgery and was supposed to be in the hospital for 5 days. Well now it’s been a month and he is depressed and anry. This puts me between a rock and a hard place. I mean I don’t like him, but I love him at the same time. I want to reach out to him since chances are he won’t last much longer, and I don’t want to have to remember him like this. The last time I reached out to him it ended up being an emotional renching experiance. Now that I’m older, it could be different. But I am still scared of him. He is an alchoholic and gets angry easily. I wouldn’t feel safe with him and me. I don’t know, I really am just kind of ranting here. /rant over

Okay. Well what a depressing post after going so long without one. I’m sorry about that.

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Remember way back when? When i started a story? Well I’m in a writing mood so it is now continued. If you haven’t read the first part please go and read it! Thanks

          “Good Afternoon Mr. Henderson!”
          That must be the nurse again. I open my eyes just fine, then try and sit up. Ahhh, oh yeah I, well I, I think a little bit then remember that I don’t know what happened. “Mom?”
        “She just took a little break, she should be back soon. Your dad is in the chair sleeping,” The chipper nurse says, “are you ready for your dinner?”
       I turn my head enough to see dad. His leg is twitching like it does when he is nervous. I ignore the nurse’s question and ask questions of my own, “How long have I been here? What happened to me?” Talking still isn’t all that easy, I have enough breath to get one more question out, “Why is dad nervous?”  I’m now trying to catch my breath.
          “Calm down now Mr. Henderson, I’ll awnser all those questions after you…” 
           I give her a glare when she calls me Mr. Henderson. “My Name is Jerald.”
         “Okay Jerald, how about some apple sauce?” The nurse replys, without missing a beat.
         “Answer my questions first!” I attempt to make myself sound serious, but I can’t get enough energy to do that.
         “Okay Jerald, You have been here for, oh look it’s already been 2 days. Your getting better each hour, the time has just flown by!” I’m getting a little sick of all this peppy chearleader nurse,”You slipped at the dance, and the ambulance brought you to the ER, and then you where brought here. For the last question, what parent wouldn’t be nervous when there child is hurt?”
            “If I just fell, why am I in such bad shape?” I’m exhausted, I try to not let the nurse see that.
            The nurse looks around a little bit, is she, nervous? Why would she be nervous? “That’s enough questions for now Jerald! For now, eat some apple sauce!”
             “I think I’m tired, I’m going to go back to sleep,” Why won’t she tell me more?
            “Could you please just eat some apple sauce? If not for me, for your mom and dad?” She doesn’t sound as chipper now.
             “I’m not stupid, I know I have a feeding tube in, just feed me through there, I’m going to go to sleep.
            “Oh Mr Jeffery,” She says in her chipper voice again. As I start to drift off I can hear her hum a little tune. It reminds me of when my mom used to hum to me before I started school.

That seams like a perfect place to stop. I don’t want to, but i don’t want to start a new segment. Maybe more tomarrow? Who knows.

P.S. Added a novel categorie!


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