Again...?

Okay, this weekend I'm going camping. No laptop,no cell phone, no texting. Just me,my iPod, and the great outdoors.Lovely. So I'm going to go ahead and plan out this whole weekend. I'm gonna be with my Meamaw starting tomorrow. We're gonna listen to her old love songs and she'll think I'm paying attention. Then we'll get there,go hiking and she'll be talking while I'm listening to MDE on my iPod.(Which stands for Modern Day Escape). On Friday we are most likely to have a pick nick. Cha Ching, cute guys are most likely to be there. Problem.... Meamaw doesn't know that I've ever dated a guy in my life.(Hopefully she doesn't find this website).On Saturday, we are gonna ride bikes for however many miles take a rest and go back. Most likely not to make it back in one piece since I happen to be the clutz of the century so it's likely to turn into a disaster really fast.But oh well,I'm used to disasters,it's my life definition. On Sunday I'll come home all scratched up from the previous bike ride and we'll call it a weekend.

Goodbye for now,
Ash

Most Terrible Weekend of the Century...

Okay, so I didn't write because I was computer-less all weekend. I was at my step-mom's house with my brother. So, what happened was... Friday, I went to their house and my brother says, "I think Roberta (my stepmom) is cheating on her husband.", so we do some investigating, turns out, she was talking to another man on the phone. On Saturday, she left the house at 2 A.M. and didn't get back till 6 A.M. Sounds alot like somethings going on, right?Well, my brother's smart self wrote down everything that was going on down. So my step-loser's husband found it and left. So Sunday she yells my ear off, I get mad and walk to my Nana's house, call my mom , and tell her I'm never going back over there again. I can't take it anymore. I will not sit there and be yelled at because I don't take that. I have never stood being yelled at and I will not start now. Especially when I only wrote it because my brother didn't feel like writing. She is not my mom and she has zero rights to yell at me. She is an adult, yes but I don't care. I have respect for only the people who have respect for me. One more thing, Don't let someone become a priority in your life if you're only an option in their's. Meaning, don't waste your time on people if they're not willing to waste their time on you.