embrace the mess

Dear Diary,

I think Kyle is driving me crazy. Sometimes, I wish I was with somebody perfect like Zac Efron. Ha, no I don't. Because, he's so artificial. Which, Kyle is not. Definitely not, but still. He's so aggravating. There are bits of him that are disturbing. Like, what was he really like when he was eight?

We met a boy who he was in first grade with. Kind of. Except, Paul is autistic in a very strange way. He's this freaky Andy Samburg, and he can only say "Hello." Which didn't stop Kyle from carrying a very long conversation with him at McDonalds.

Kyle: We use to play Mario, didn't we? (shaking his hand, giving him a high five).

Paul: Hello (looking all bug eyed with a very smirky grin that won't change).

Kyle:I miss you. You know that, you gotta come over, sometime. We'll play Mario.

Paul: Hello (his voice gets more harsh).

Paul gives Kyle hug. I was afraid he'd never let go of Kyle. Finally, Paul's Mom pries Paul's fingers from Kyle.

Why do I like him? He's so unpredictable. And he loves life.

Then there is my whole sister thing. She's throwing up now. Happens just after school. She can hardly make it to the bathroom in time. This is not good. Its so not good.

I don't want a crying baby in the house. Am I selfish? I don't even know for sure, but its a scary thought.

1. my sister is hormonal, already.

2. she hates me.

3. she hates everything.


That covers it. That covers life at home. I can't seem to be out of her way when she does her laundry, heats up her soup.

God, no wonder I spend so much time with Kyle.

And Dad...Dad and his plants. He's found nature. Which is kind funny because my Dad hates yard work. But now he lives for yard work. What is going on with my family?

And Kyle gets along with my Dad. They do all this garden stuff together. I don't even know why I have to watch. But there I am. Dad wants to get chickens now. Kyle thinks they can build a chicken coop.

I know. Embrace the situation. Embrace. Otherwise, you don't know what you're missing.

Later,

L