Long Forgotten 9

Long boring email 9

howday there,

wow...its been a good christmas break. it went by fast. but i liked it. its been really weird though. im praying that it snows so we wont have to go back tomorrow morning to that prison known as school. this christmas was far different from any other christmas ive ever had. there are lots of reasons but the main one is that i didnt leave my house almost at all. yes it is me i promise. trust me. i tested it out. i thought maybe somebody stole the real me and i was just a simulated me inside my body. but nope. i still knew all of my inside jokes so there was no way im a robot brain. but today someone did call me a brainhole. interesting choice of words to say the least. i wasnt quite sure if i was supposed to feel good or bad about it. There are so many reasons to love and/or hate Christmas time. Ill start of by saying what I hate about it. I hate going to see relatives that I don’t know at all and they don’t wanna know me. You know the ones. Where they treat you like you are 4 or yell at you for being a bum and not moving out of your parents house years ago…even though you are just a junior in high school. I didn’t have many family things like that this year. Just 1. it wasn’t even too bad this time. Not perfect but not bad. Another thing that I really hate about Christmas time is how wal mart is always so full. I used to only go to wal mart really late. Like 3. that’s when the only people there are me the cashier and the guy who cleans the floors. Well…since they started selling chicken….i have to go to wal mart between10am-8pm. Its disgusting. There are people everywhere. I thought that I knew everyone in this town. Ha guess not. Im a people person and I cant handle being in a group of people without someone else that I know. So I always have to take people with me when I go to wal mart. I mean what would you think if a weird old guy without a shirt on and a comb over just randomly walked up to you at wal mart and started chattering away. Yeah that’s why I don’t do it. So I always take friends. Which reminds me of something someone once told me to do. This girl told me to walk up to a random woman (in the area of 35 years of age) at wal mart and stand beside her and start holding her hand while sucking the thumb of your other hand. Yes make sure it is THE HAND YOU ARE NOT HOLDING HERS WITH. This is very important. When she jerks away and says something like “what are you doing?!” look really scared and yell back “YOU ARENT MY MOMMY!” and then run away. There are several reasons why I never did that though. 1 with my luck she might not let go of my hand. 2 if she didn’t let go it might be because she likes me *shiver*twitch*shiver* 3 caleb has the word ale in it 4 because she might have a very scary husband near by 5 who knows what kind of weapons people carry in their purses nowadays. 6 she might tell me I have pretty eyes. I don’t know which is worse. Having the eye candy thing happening to me or hearing that I have pretty eyes. I always liked the way the mask said really like “ralay.” Its just cool. No one knows why. I also hate how people decorate so early. I mean seriously Halloween is supposed to be Halloween not Christmas part 1-some other guy. But of course you have to love the break. But I hate it when people buy me things and I didn’t get them anything. It makes me feel like they say “I spent money on you and everything cause I care about you” and then I subconsciously say back “you aren’t worth me spending time money or learning how to actually wrap a present in anything other than a sack from some random store” that’s not the way things are at all. But that’s how I feel. Libbys dad inspired me. Next year I have decided to make a whole buncha presents and sign them to people that we don’t know….from people we don’t know. For example….if I was to wrap a dog bone in a refrigerator box and sign it…TO: Jeremy…FROM: Kettler. That would be cool. Oh and by the way…people named harry are no longer aloud to call themselves hank….that’s just too much of a stretch-homestar. Now on to the things I like about Christmas. Well who doesn’t like the time off of school. If you just said me then you are really really really really really weird ok. In fact you need therapy. Serious therapy. From a Swedish guy that barely speaks English if possible. But if you cant get someone like that please get help somehow. There are help lines out there. Today. On my way to cherry street…a lady ran out in front of me and I almost ran over her. She was kinda big and I was surprised she was running so I quickly decided that she was worth at least 40 points. But she was a big target so I lowered it to 20. then I thought that 20 points isn’t worth a lawsuit so I slammed on my brakes. I looked to my right and there was a funeral home. She was leaving a funeral thing. Im glad I wasn’t going fast. I mean how weird would that be…KID KILLS WOMAN IN FRONT OF FUNERAL HOME. At least that would make some things easier. I did a lot of cool things while we weren’t in school. Like stay home. And make candles at home. And play piano and guitar at home. And listen to music at  home. I was almost never alone though. I usually had friends come wake me up. And they would usually stat all day or longer. It was a busy break. I was reminded how bad my voice and musical non-talent is again. Another thing I like about Christmas is the smells. My house always smelled like trees. I like it. Weird huh. I love the food. Lots of food. Its so nice knowing that there will be Christmas leftovers for a month or so. This email is really really pointless. Its been quite some time sense Ive done one of these. So I have to ease back into it. So im done with this one (cue the hallelujah music). Hope you aren’t blind. I tried typing in a larger font this time.

later -me