Topic: { me }
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Now Playing: My happy ending -- avril Lavigne
Christmas depresses me. Christmas and New Year's and february. Even my birthday depresses me.
I decided to try getting boston out of my system. So I started writing about it and found that I can't finish it. (i have this little problem where I don't remember exactly what happened. It always seems different every time I think about it. Dunno why.) All my memories got jumbled up. I started writing about the Aquarium and realized that that trip wasn't the one with the apartment and sophia. Somehow I remembered going back to the apartment after the Aquarium and then my mom left but I KNOW that's not how it happened. Blast my over-active imagination. It starts making stories out of anything and everything, with or without my permission.
I don't get it. How do I know the way all of that really happened, and yet get confused and remember it a different way at the same time? How can I KNOW something and remember it different at the same time? This is ridiculous. (See? i told you I'm crazy!)
The first trip to Boston was fun. I was introduced to Caribbean music and the swan boats. There was the river with the docks and the bridge and I went shopping with Uncle Greg (who is awesome) and it was great. Then the Aquarium happened. My mom told me to carry the camera bag (which is black, old and HUGE) cause she was tired. so I traded steven's stroller for the bag and the bottom immediately dropped out and everything went flying. Everything crashed onto the tile floor and I thought I broke it all. So I started picking everything up. Then my dad stalked over (he didn't walk, he stalked) and started yelling at me. There was this huge crowd of people who had just stopped and were watching. I tried to say it wasn't my fault, because it wasn't, and he smacked me and told me to put it back in the bag. After that, he said I embarrassed him in front of the entire Aquarium and wouldn't speak to me the rest of the day (which was fine with me).
Plus, I had to sleep in the same room as him. I hated that too. After the Aquarium, i just hated being around him at all.
Somehow I thought that it was after the Aquarium that mom left and took me to the apartment and all. Dunno how that happened. After the aquarium we went to yankee Candle. Then we went home.
There is a lot of crap tied up with boston. Once i get it all sorted out, I can make a story about it and then we'll see about explaining what I just told you all today. It's very confusing and weird. Especially because the second time around, I almost always felt like I wasn't really there. But we'll see about telling that story.