Saturday, October 25, 2008

July 17, 2008

I was never very good at writing and I don’t think a blog will make much difference. Essays in English class were never my thing, anyway. So . . . maybe it won’t be so hard. I mean, a blog is about my life, right? Not some character’s personality or some essay that tears a story to pieces. But, anyway, I guess I’ll give this blogging thing a shot and see how it goes. Who knows? Maybe I’ll like writing for once.

Well. What else does one say on a blog? It’s like a diary, right? Where I share my deep and inner secrets, huh? Ha. Yeah, right. Ellie (my little sister) must think I’m really stupid. The next thing she’ll be asking me is what kinds of stories we rip to pieces. This whole thing was her idea in the first place.

Hmm. I guess I could always talk about my family. There’s mom, Jeremy, Cam, and Ellie.

Mom is just like any other, I guess, except she makes breakfast for us every morning because it “brings us together as a family”. Usually, it just ends up with Jeremy ignoring us to the tunes of ACDC on his iPod at full blast, Cam texting one of her “friends” while completely failing to notice we exist, and Ellie chattering mom and I’s ears off.

Jeremy is 15 and trying to find who he is. It’s interesting, to say the least. It’s hard to watch him hang out with all those really dumb skater kids. And I’m not just saying that. I’ve talked to them before. If one jumped off a bridge, the others would all follow.

Cam is a regular thirteen year old prep. All she can think about is what she’ll wear to the school dance that’s a month away, what guy she’s got a major crush on, and why her “best friend” called her a not-so-very-nice-word-I’d-rather-not-repeat.

And then there’s Ellie. She’s 12—the odd-ball out. Her way of doing things is far from anything classified as conformity. She’s the very picture of inconsistency. And she’s the “baby” of the family.

Then I guess there’s me. I’m Jove and the oldest of my siblings at seventeen. And I’m not really sure how to describe myself. Guess you’ll just have to do the describing yourself, huh?

1 comment:

EllieGirl said...

What do you mean by “odd-ball”, you weirdo? =) I don’t see YOU conforming either, mister. And don’t think I won’t get you back for that baby commment.

(And I do NOT “chatter”. It’s called, “talking”. Ever heard of it?)