Discover

TODAY; We write. But what about? What subjects are actually fascinating to me, that other people would actually take interest in?See, this is the problem with blogs.

When you have a life where the highlights of it are such insignifigant little examples of life that lack interest, there's nothing for you to blog about. So what's the point? My apologies about my whining, complaining, whatever you call it; It sounded increidbly emo. Still, why spend your time on blogging? There's not many activities which I choose to spend my time on these days besides drawing, homework, and talking with Chris. The entire process of writing about my life and saying to someone, "HEY. YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS OR YOU'RE NOT A GOOD FRIEND/ WRITING BUDDY / PERSON." seems incredibly selfish, to me at least.

Whatever. Today, we write about Gary.

Gary, who was my father's brother, enjoyed playing the alto saxophone. When I was but a wee young lass, Gary was my inspiration and my idol when it comed to playing the alto saxophone. Gary had to stop playing though, because he smoked marijuana. That habit of smoking marijuana TOOOOTALLY wrecked his brain, and the man can barely function or communicate with people now. But that lack of cognition capabilities [Is that even the right word? Whatever.] wasn't caused by smoking pot alone; Gary also got in a big car crash which damaged his spinal cord so he can't walk quite straight now. He also had some sort of injury happen to his head, and now the man can't think quite straight anymore either.

One time, when we tried to order food at Perkins restaurant and it was my father, brother, Gary, and I, we ran into a few complications... By complications, I mean the poor waitress was trying to take Gary's order and he wouldn't just tell the damned woman, "I want pumpkin pie."No. Gary chose to go into detail about "Charlie Brown and The Great Pumpkin" and told her [The waitress] the entire story of how this Pumpkin King terrorized the kids in the pumpkin patch picking pumpkins and... I forget the rest of the story. But we tipped that poor waitress very well for her trouble she went through with Gary. Especially since Gary also hit on the waitress, like he hits on my Aunt Lois. "Oh, you're quite a pretty lady, EHEHEHEH." ]:

People that flirt a lot or hit on other people a lot scare me. So does any form of being touched.

The end.