Story Time #1

Hmm.. I really don't have anything better to write about, sooo, I may as well write about some of the hell me, Evan, Luke, Chris, Robert, Ace, Cody, and Brayden have raised in our cozy little small town.

Okay, well there's this old lady that lives down the road and she has the prettiest yard in town. Her grass is super green and thick, and she has these beautiful flowers in front of her house. But, this old lady also happened to be a ninety-year-old bitch.

When we were playing soccer or just throwing around a football, sometimes the ball would go into her yard and some one would have to go get it. Well everything we went into her yard to get the ball, she would come flying out of that damn house and screaming and waving a baseball bat at us and yelling "Get out of my yard you ragmuffins! Out! Go on! Get!"

Welllllll, eventually no one would want to go get the ball when it would bounce over into Miss Mabel's yard. So we would end up strawing straws, picking numbers, or shit to see who would have to go get the ball. So eventually one day it was my turn.

I swear I was only two steps into this old bitch's yard and we hadn't seen her all damn day, but here she comes flying out of her house with that fucking baseball bat and yelling at me. I turned around and looked at Evan and he just kept shaking his head and giving me the "Anni, don't say a damn word." look. So, I didn't.

I got the ball and left, but the fact that I didn't say anything back to her bugged me for the entire rest of the day. So later that night we were sitting on Evan's front porch and I noticed all this Round-Up sitting in the corner (the weed/ grass killer stuff) and I turned and looked at Evan and said "How much of that do you have?" and he just kind of looked at me and said "Well, quite a bit I guess. Why?" I just smiled and looked back at the Round-Up and Evan gets the "Oh shit" look on his face and says "Anni, you're not." To which I reply to with "Hell yes, I am. Let me borrow that Round-Up for just a little bit."

I took the Round-Up and headed back toward Miss Mabel's house. ORIGINALLY I was going down there to spray the Round-Up on her pretty flowers and kill them. But I felt bad about that, because the flowers didn't do anything to anybody. So, I came up with another idea.

I got down there and started spraying the Round-Up on her yard and measured about five feet length wise (close to the road, where everyone would be able to see it when they drove by) and kept spraying until when I was done she had "BITCH" sprayed in her yard with Round-Up.

Well it took three days for the grass to finally die and everyone could see her lovely message in the yard, and the police came to Evan's house one day when I was there and asked him about it.

Evan just laughed and said, "Sir, I didn't have shit to do with it."

And the police officer just looked at him and said "I bet you know who did, though."

Evan laughed again and shook his head and said, "Sir, I did not have SHIT to do with that." (All this with all the Round-Up bottles sitting right there on the front porch where the cops could see it, too) and I just sat back in my chair and laughed my ass off. The police left, and Miss Mabel's yard yelled "BITCH" for about two months afterward.

Bitch never fucked with us again, though.

(:

Flaws.

Step One: What do you consider to be your biggest flaw?

Hmm... probably one of three things: I'm selfish, I'm stubborn, and I tend to hold grudges. But in my defense, I get those qualities honestly.... isn't that right, Mother?


Step Two: Can you fix these flaws?

Could I? Well sure, probably. Will I? Ehh, probably not... I'm not a big fan of changing something about myself just because some one has a problem with it. I guess that's probably another flaw, too...



Step Three: Do you address your flaws?

No... but I do use them to my full advantage.



Step Four: Would you be willing to let go of all your flaws?

That would make me flawless, which means perfect... nah. I'm good. I'd probably fuck up being perfect, too.



Step Five: What has this Flaw Survey done for you?

Wasted a good fifteen minutes. Thanks, buddy!

You Wanna Know About Me? Here It Is.

My name is Anni York. Although I am also known by Jordan, Miami, and Abby. If you don't know what those mean, you probably don't need to.

Cheerleading and Writing are what my life revolves around. Although sometimes I let them go for a while, they are always the two things I come back to when I need something to cling to. And yes, I do think I'm pretty good at them.

I suck at contact sports. Like really bad. I'm not very aggressive, so I usually pass at football, basketball, baseball, and soccer. Although I do find volleyball pretty fun.

Country music is the best. Even if no one else listens to it. Keith Urban, Brad Paisley, Randy Travis, and George Strait are gods. ♥

My little brothers are the cutest. Everyone agrees. You may as well deal with it. They'll break hearts some day.

I have been arrested five times, all for just being a stupid teenager in a small town with nothing better to do... I have learned alot from my time in the slammer and the biggest thing is this: parents do not appreciate one o'clock in the morning phone calls for them to come and get you from the county jailhouse.

I hate Wal-Mart. For two reasons. Don't ask what they are, if I want you to know, I'll tell you. Case closed.

My boyfriend is amazing. He makes me smile. He's the best thing in the world. I've never been this happy, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Since 23 January 2010 I've been the happiest I've ever been with anybody before, and I feel like you've been to hell and back with me even though I've only known you five months. You've been there with me through arguements with my mom, Evan, my dad, and you. You also helped me get through losing one of my best friends. Even though sometimes I think you're crazy and other times I think you're just a complete jerk, I love you, and I wouldn't trade you for anything, Robert. ♥

I've been called a nerd so many times I'd be rich if I had a dime for each. But I don't really mind being called a nerd... I'll be the one laughing when you can't get a job.

My mom and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye on alot of things, but I guess you could say we're working on it. It's getting better as fast as you can expect it to. And after seven months, I think I might have finally found it in my heart to forgive her... but that doesn't mean I want a solid relationship with her after I turn 18... I'm still struggling with that battle in my heart. After being hurt over and over I don't know what to feel. If you've got a problem with our problems then go to hell. They're none of your business anyway.

Yeah, I have an older brother that no one really knows about. His name is Josh, and he's actually pretty cool. And once again, if you don't know the whole story, you don't need to.

Computers and eletronics absolutely hate me... I have no idea why. Although after seven years of writing I think I've got the hang of Microsoft Word pretty good. As long as they don't change it... Oh God, please don't change it!

I hate small towns. Everybody knows everybody's business, and it kills me. If I don't know what I'm doing then some one else does. Oh, and I also hate every small town diner in the country. I don't even have to go to know this.

I'm an extremely picky eater, and I get teased for it alot. Oh well, I like what I like.

I'm pretty stubborn, whether you think so or not. I do what I want when I get ready to. No one really has the reins on me, and if you think you do then you're wrong.

Nancy Grace is my reason for staying up late. I love her show.

I want to be a writer and a paralegal when I grow up, but what I think will actually happen is me being a writer and a private investegator like my dad. I just have a feeling that's the way my life is headed.

Yeah, I do get jealous pretty easily if you're demanding every minute of time of some one I happen to really care about. Like my dad, my best friend, or my boyfriend. Sorry if that bothers you, but I think they're a little bit more mine than yours. And maybe that's totally wrong of me to think, but I guess that's my problem.

I'm also really selfish.  Mostly I just care about myself and what works for me, and I could really care less about what goes on in your world. Unless it's Evan or Robert, or some one else really close to me. And there's only a couple hadfuls of those. So if I ask you what's wrong, I really care. If I don't, I warned you.

As far as religion goes, I've been raised a Southern Baptist, and I guess that's what I'll always be. I agree with religion 100% but the thing that keeps me from being 100% devoted to it is the fact that for my whole life people have been shoving it down my throat. "Pray about it, Anni." and "Give it to God, Anni." Seriously, stop. It's my life. Let me and good ole God handle, okay? I'll decide what I ask Him for, and what I pray to Him about. And no, I don't act like a good little Christian girl, which is why I don't wear the shirts, sing the songs, or tell people I'm a regular church goer. You're supposed to act it, not live a double life. So, I choose not to live a double life, and the life I live all the time doesn't point directly towards God. Sorry if that offends you, but hey, you don't have to do it yourself.

I've been told so many times that I have a low-self esteem. Actually, no I don't. I just don't choose to act like an egotistical asshole all the time. I do have confidence in myself, but if I really do suck at something, I'm not going to pat myself on the back and say "Yaaaaaay, Anni! You failed! Good job, girl!" No, just no. That's stupid. I know what I'm good at and I stick to it, and if you ask me if I'm a good writer, yeah, I am. And if you don't think so then that's fair enough. I'm not going to argue with you about it. I have better things to do with those breaths.

Evan Coffman is my best friend. He always has been. Damn, this boy has been with me through literally everything I've gone through in my life. Fights, sickness, tears, pain, sorry, joy, happiness, love, and hate. Anytime I call him and ask him for help I have never once heard him say "What's in it for me?" or "Why should I?" No, he simply says "Yeah, sure, anything I can do to help." Even if I call him and don't say a word, just cry into the phone, he never sighs with impatience or makes up an excuse to go. He just sits there quietly and patiently until I've gotten everything out. We've had our fights, most definately, but I know that we'll always make it through them. Because that's what best friends do. They lean on each other. (P.S. Forks everywhere...)

My dad is some one who's words always seem to either make me smile or cry or both. He's never been harsh to me, and even when he's correcting me he does it in a way that I don't feel like I'm about to die or get in some big trouble. He's never really let me down in any way that I can think of, and while he does get on my nerves every now and then, I still love him very much.

Babies and little kids bring out the best in me. I can work with them really easily, and I'd love to be a mom some day... but I really don't want to have to raise a child like me. I've always heard what goes around comes around, and if that's true all I have to say is OH SHIT!

No, I don't have my permit. No, I don't plan on getting it any time soon. I'm a good driver though. So ignore the stories about the tree and the community service guy. Lies.

I didn't used to get scared easily, but lately I find myself fearful of losing everything in one split second. Don't ask me why, because I don't have the slightest idea as to why I am like this.

Do I get mad easily? No, I don't. If I seem mad to you, I promise I'm probably not. I've had alot - and I do mean ALOT- on my mind lately and I guess I've started coming off as a rude bitch to most people, and I'm sorry. I really don't mean to.

One thing about me that people tend to get pissed off about is that I don't sugar-coat the truth. If you ask me a question, I'm going to tell you the answer whether it hurts your feelings or not. Unless it's something like "What's wrong?" Shit like that just pisses me off. I promise you, you don't even want to know.

I don't have many friends, but that doesn't really bother me. I have all the friends I truly need, and the rest are accquaintances I've been lucky enough to know.

I don't do a whole lot of talking, simply because I don't have anything to say. Seriously, if I talk alot (alot being about ten minutes straight) I get light-headed and winded simply because I don't do a whole lot of it. I keep my feelings all bottled up inside until they completely explode, and  that explosion is usually not pretty... ask Evan. He's seen it. So please, if I'm not talking, don't ask me what's wrong. I just don't have anything to say you wanna hear, so leave it at that. The way I look at it is that if you're not in my top five, you're on a need-to-know basis and you don't need to know.

Do I think I'm some one every one should know? No, probably not. Because if you knew everything about me, you might wish you'd never even heard of me.

Sorry, but that's the way it is.

When You're Broken.

I used to think teenagers that killed themselves, ran away, or cut themselves were just stupid kids that thought their lives sucked and there was no other way out. I thought they were just crying out for attention just because one little thing was wrong: a boyfriend/ girlfriend dumped them, they failed English class, they got grounded, etc.

But over the past eight months, I've been forced to eat alot of the harsh words I've spoken towards those kids. I've been there. And now I really understand why they do what they do.

They're not stupid, silly, rebellious, seeking attention, or just depressed. No, that's not it at all. In all honesty, they're simply broken, lost, hurt, and they've quite frankly lost all hope.

Even when there are a million people that care about you, in one split second, all that can fade away, and you feel like you're completely alone in this world. And it sucks to know that just one person can make you feel this way.

If you've never been there, you're damn lucky. If you have, you're not alone.

I'm not saying suicide, running away, or even cutting is okay. It's really not, there's always a better way... but sometimes, that better way just doesn't show itself in time.

Instead of judging these kids, why don't we take the time to ask them "Are you okay?" or "Do you want to talk?"

When you say harsh words to a teenager you don't know, you may be pushing them further and further towards the edge. And if you do, then you're one of the reasons they killed themselves, ran away, or cut themselves. And that should make you feel like shit.

If you look at it this way, it takes all those negative, judgemental people to drive that one broken, weak teenage girl or boy to the breaking point, when it would only take one of them to save that person's life with a simple act of kindness.

I hate knowing I've been one of those judgemental people, but I have been. But now that I've been there for myself, and felt the pain and the sorrow that comes along with it, I wish I saw those kids then as I see them now.

When you're broken, and don't know where to turn. Every tear falls down for a reason. You make mistakes, you create battle scars that won't ever heal on your heart. Never look back, but never forget. All of this just makes you that much stronger.

Too bad I can't take my own advice.

Things to Love.

I love...

Books,

Jump roping,

History,

Reality tv,

Pretty dresses,

Hugs,

Complete trust,

Long talks,

Texts from last night,

Movie nights with the girls,

My insane older brother,

Sunshine,

Forgiveness,

Random acts of kindness,

Stupid movies,

Silly people,

My best friend,

Nerdy boys,

Birthdays,

Swing sets,

Genuinely happy people,

People that surprise you,

Learning,

Writing ♥,

Trampolines,

Summer 2010,

Inside jokes,

People that change your life,

Codenames,

Memories,

Inner beauty,

Holding hands,

Colorado,

Tears of joy,

Hoodies,

Smiling,

Boys that smell good,

Documentaries,

My baby brother,

Meaning what you say,

Old pictures,

My daddy,

Adorable little kids,

Mexican food,

Dedication,

New friends,

And most importantly, my amazing boyfriend who means the world to me. ♥