If you tried to build an igloo with a hatchet...you might be a redneck.
Just the result of me and my brother staying up far too late, talking like hicks and making fun of hicks, and acting like we were entertaining huge crowds of people. It was highly amusing and I think I lost about 10 pounds laughing.
Nuttin much happend. Except for! Ack! Someone followed me home the other night. Totally creeped me out. No one goes down my road after 12:00, and they kept following me. So I drive in my driveway and they turned off their lights and sat at the end of the driveway while I drove up to the garage. I was so ANGRY. I couldn't even believe later how mad I was. I saw their lights go off, and I'd been wondering if they were following me, but man, the lights went off and I went from slightly worried to royaly hacked of in about 2 seconds.
I tear up the drive way, throw it into park, grab my key and fit them in my fingers (for protection. And if you rake someone across the face with it, you have DNA to give to the police. Always a good thing...). I lept out, called my dogs over (who are total idiots and would go and lick anyone attacking the family. They love everyone who pets them. It's pathetic.) and start stalking down the driveway, by myself, in the dark, towards a car with no lights on tha could be full of...who knows who! But sanity did not come back upon me until I went inside.
So there I was, standing there about 1/2 way down the drive, with my keys and my dogs and muttering filthy words about who ever is in the car and how I'm going to decapitate them or tear them limb from limb like Nebachadnezzar did to people. They start driving slowly, with they fog lights on and I become even madder cause danged it! I wanna beat the tar outa people! I can't believe I said this, but I totally did
"That is just dad-blammed foolishness!"
It's the Redneck in me. Sorry.
So as they start to drive sneakily away, my dogs totally freak out and take off after them, thinking it's probably someone with a bone. Dad-blammed dogs! So they turned on their lights and drove off.
I got in the house and realized how stupid and dumb and crazy that was to go out there by myself, and how creepy it was that someone followed me home. So then I start freakin out and pounding on the bathroom door demanding that my brother get out so I can tell him and he can sleep with his gun and all this and that. I slept on the couch that night. I am not even ashamed to say it. Ok. Maybe a little. lol But it was a rather creepy experiance and I wish (though it probably is a foolish wish) that I had gone all the way down to the car and beat on the window, yelling all sorts of horrible things and got to at least kick someone. AUGH!! Why didn't I go to the car? Why don't I have a cell phone where I can call brothers to come out and help me? WHY??
I'm gonna go sleep now. I have an essay draft due tomorrow. AND MY BAND PLAYS TOMORROW!! WWWWOOOHOOO!!! GO BAND!!!! I am totally cyked about it. We FINALLY have a couple of our own songs and they rock. I love my band *sniffle*
Oh. And I have testing for Koryo Gumdo on Saturday. *is very afriad* OK. Not that afriad. Just a little. The competition of being as good as the 'fellow white belt' is very very strong. I will be able to take as much as he does and memorize just as much and pass with higher scores then him, darn it all! The only thing I'll let him have on me is physical strength. I just won't ever be as strong as someone his size *dang it*. Right now, he's kinda kickin my butt. Ok. He really is. So the competativeness in me is comin out! I will not be bested! *looks down a little bit shameful* It's an aweful habbit. I just can't stand being bested when I have the same chances as other people. I don't care if he has done Martial Arts before! We started Koryo Gumdo on the same ruddy day, and he will not best me. I think. Ok. He probly will. BUT NOT BY VERY MUCH!
Why am I still talking about this? Why am I not asleep yet?
Later
-Shell
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