Day 235

By: Alycia Roderick

Day 235 since the plague began. I’ve run out of coffee, I question my life.

That’s right, it’s been around eight months since quarinine started and things got bad. Yet, still some idiots still think it’s a hoax because they don’t want to believe the truth. “Oh yeah, so many people are getting sick but they’re just faking it. You can come out now guys! Oh wait, THEY’RE DEAD.” Believe it or not it’s worse than it’s ever been, we’re just used to it by now. Some still are really anxious and you shouldn’t be that way either. Just be cautious. Wear a mask and stay safe guys!

It’s election day. If you can still vote in your area and are old enough to vote please do. This is one of the most important elections in history. Please keep your opinions on who you hope to win to yourself. This is a Literature Club not a debate club. Speaking of clubs I am working on an online art club for those of you who are interested in art. I know nothing about art and could use some help. It’s more of a site to share your art not really a club but that’s what we’ll call it.

Now I think I should probably tell something about my personal life since this is a random blog post. For those of you who don’t care about my personal life then stop reading this right now. Stop it. I SAID STOP! *Cough* Anyways. When I was young we had to walk in six feet of snow barefoot…*Laughs* I can’t. I just can’t. As most of you know my “birth mother” Amber was a drug addict and cheated on my dad. Soon after my dad found out they got a divorice. I was three and knew nothing so I didn’t care. I have scraped my useless brain for memories and this is what I found: I remember I was in a shopping cart with a little boy. Who was this child? No clue. It was the day I turned three and we were picking out my birthday cake. Of course I chose princess like every other little girl ever. From there we drove home to a house full of people I didn’t know and ate cake. Another time I was playing with the little boy and there was a stream about three feet wide and he threw his shoe in, chased after it, and got in trouble for being in the stream. There are more but they’re also useless. There was always this guy hanging around who I know was the little boy’s father judging by how they acted around each other. I went to his house once with Amber and I slept in a bunk bed. That’s pretty much it. She always seemed annoyed with me no matter what. My dad told me I would cry for weeks every time we went somewhere without her. Really strange. I don’t know.

Okay so we all have those people we hate right? Well, have you ever had a frenemy? I have and she was the worst. I have a hard time getting rid of friends. I’m too nice. I don’t wanna make enemies (though she technically was one) or hurt anyone. See, I didn’t have many friends. Only Elizabeth and though she is my oldest friend when we fight we end up saying some hurtful things to each other and then both feel really guilty. Which sucked. McKenzie thought she was popular but...she was only in the unpopular group. As for me I’m in the weird / crazy / weeb /gaming group. This was before that though. I didn’t have a group at the time. I usually hung out with the cool kids because that’s where Elizabeth sat. Then McKenzie came and all hell broke loose. In most schools girl drama starts in fifth to seventh grade, but our school is different. Most people in our town aren’t good people. Frankly a lot of kid’s parents are complete わるがき and Bakas. (Excuse my Japanese) So when two idiots live together in the same house they make another, slightly smaller idiot. As a result in my school, drama started in second grade.

(Me watching my cousins from across the road)

Oh, I’m out of time. Well, I’ll talk more about this tomorrow(?). If you want me to continue this series tell me in the comments. Also, what is your favorite disturbing fact? Tell me down below. Mine would have to be: After his death, Napoléon Bonaparte’s penis was removed from his body during autopsy, displayed at a museum, and eventually sold for $2,700 in the 1970s.

Stay safe, stay healthy, stay happy, and I’ll see you soon. Bye!