Hey all, my name is Dylan, and I found this website recently and love it. I live in New Hope, Pennsylvania and....*thinks of something to say, haha* I like writing (alot), music, playing piano, hanging out with friends is alot of fun (people in general are fun too), and being outside, especially in the woods is great. Im fifteen, by the way. I am lucky, because where I live is considered by this site ot be the "Hippy Haven" of Pennsylvania. If any of you wanna say hey, just IM me at iowDBwoi on AIM. Cheers, Dylan
I'm at my aunt's apartment and I got here around nine thirty this morning... took a plane with her and my two cousins.
(sorry for the original poster, though.. lol, didn't mean to hijack a thead... please carry on ) Just trying to get away from VA and lift some built up stress... I've had a lot of people that meant a lot to me leave in the past two to three months or so... everything from finding my grandmother's body last week and watching them load her into the hearse to a friend commiting suicide... I remember oneeeee time I drank a half a bottle of bourbon... but I hate alcohol and I kind of just felt like reassuring myself... and I was right... just laid dazed and staring at the ceiling... then I was like "No more of this anymore " then I remembered carrying my dad home from a bar after he got piss drunk when my uncle died a few months ago and was depressed... I just needed to get out of there.... I still feel trapped here since I'm with my aunt and cousins, but my aunt is at her fiance's and she's planning to get married, I believe, as soon as inheritance issues get situated. My older cousin is at a friend's house. I'm staying here watching my younger cousin... she's a really smart/quiet type and it's strange when I notice my younger cousins doing the same exact things that I once did. My second cousin who is about a year or so, I believe, kept trying to sneak into our cooler on wednesday after we went to my grandmother's memorial service and we were having a wake type of thing... Anyway, my little second cousin kept trying to grab beer out of it. He kept refusing soda, juice, milk, water and all... Anyway, he ended up managing to get on a chair and get onto the table and grab an open beer on the windowsill... then he drank it and then my dad noticed and was like "oh shit.. grab it before someone else catches it"... haha, then my cousin's fiancee walked in the room and was like "omg...hahaha"... he's from Marrakech, Morocco... anyway, he kept talking about it and wouldn't stop talking about Hashish... it was rather funny... he said to my dad "you want one" and my dad thought he meant hash and my dad went "Noooooo..., they test me at work" and then he was like "cigarettes?" hahah... then my dad laughed his ass off... we kept talking about CSNY and the Marrakesh Express and all... anyway... ramble on.
oh my god george i LOVE marrakesh express! i mustve listened to it 17 times when i was at my cabin sorry youre going through all that shit, this must not be a good time for anyone i wont even go into all the stuff thats going on here, but i hope you have an awesome time in dakota
aah... getting out of VA was fun as it was... we got upgraded to first class ... it was spontaneous... I stayed up till four or five and then my dad was going to take my aunt and cousins then she was like "Wanna come to ND... you could use it" I hardly remember it all... haha, I haven't been able to sleep a whole lot lately... just trying to find ways to convert negative thoughts and energy into something that I need. While negative thoughts are good sometimes, I've just had wayyyyy too many things I've been shrugging off and I realized it... There isn't a whole lot here, though... no real trees... and there's prairies... Just wished I could have come via roads. I haven't flown since when I was just born... People are always saying they can see everything on the ground, when I would much rather be in it looking up...
George, I love you. Hi Dylan. Sorry your thread got off-topic. That happens a lot. I'm Katie, also from P.A. I'd love to read your writing sometime. Nice to meet ya.
Jesus George, sorry to hear about your grandma. but a change of scenery will do you good-and flying is an experience, isnt it, even after 100 years (and first class-ohh lala-there'll be no living with you now)-you have more on the ball than anyone else of your age on here, so trust yourself. you'll keep it together thru the hard times-I have faith in ya.