Walking Through With Vale

So far, track is going well. Yesterday we got timed on the 100 and the 400. We also tried jumping. I pulled some muscle in my left leg. It hurts to stand up. So, I’m putting ice twenty minutes on, twenty minute off, doing gentle stretches. 

I like sprinting the most. The 100s are especially fun. Because there is such pressure and adrenaline, and so little space to run. You hate it before, and love it after. :)

Yesterday there was this one girl that had to sit out with an ice packet on her knee. I felt really bad for her, because she said she was excited about being timed, and all that. So, I just asked her if she was okay, and kind of awkwardly stood around for a little bit. I really didn’t know what else to do. 

So, today, I will be going to the trainer, and ask him what to do. Maybe some stretching, maybe just sitting down. I’m not entirely sure yet. 

I’m liking track a lot more than I thought I would. It’s fun competing with other people. The thing is, at this stage, with your team, it’s friendly competition. I didn’t even know anybody the first couple weeks, but they still hang around, and say I did well, stuff like that.

Granted, some people are annoying. But for the majority, they’re not bad to talk to. 

That’s it for now. :)

Love,

     Vale

My posts are few and far between, evidently! Maybe I should stop apologizing, maybe im jinxing myself.

Whatever.

I look at my old posts and feel like a different person. I mean, intellectually, I know, “that’s me”. But, I feel like I’ve come so far. And it’s hard to believe.

I’m having a little difficulty blogging right now. So much has happened recently. 

Maybe some basic updates:

This may be a little frightening to some people, as I have an eating disorder, but I joined track&field. Since I’ve been doing rather well with my eating, I have sort of gained more endurance, and strength. (I did 300 calf-raises with ten lb’s in each hand. And, NO, I’m not bragging about it :p )

I have private art lessons. Which is exciting, as i vastly enjoy art.

I rejoined Choral Society. Not as exciting, but still, important.

I joined Civil Air Patrol. It’s an Air Force Auxiliary. Honestly, the only reason I’m going is because it looks good on college and job applications. The weekly meetings are boring, but the events they hold are (im hoping) exciting, like encampment. 

Encampment sounds excruciatingly thrilling.

I have promised before hand that I would try and post more, but this time I mean it! If I don’t post within (at least) the next two weeks, you have permission to ask my mom to slap me. If this weren’t the internet, I would’ve given you permission to slap me. This is the internet. Ohhh well … :D

I’ll give more daily things like how track went, or how the “hottest girl in the tenth grade” wants my number. :P 

Again, so much has happened, and I have to think a bit in order to find out what to post. 

Our house looks gorgeous all redone and all. The floor is amazing. If I showed a picture of the floor before the flood and after, you would probably spit your coffee on your screen.

The walls are painted attractive colors, and we have refreshingly new furniture. However, the rest of town looks like a dump. I swear every block there is a house that has been torn down, or needs to be. Every third house is for sale. Every other house abandoned.

Okay, those statistics may not add up, but my point is proven. If a person had not been here previously, the whole town would look like white trash.

Oh, I guess this is important. A couple weeks ago was my second birthday. aka, the day I showed my arms (last year) to my mom, the day after valentines. We celebrated by eating Mexican. Just kidding. We celebrated by making those Pandora Project “I am —-” posters. And I also submitted something to speak for RAINN. We did have Mexican though. 

So, that was a successful, progressive day. Again, I will try and post as much as possible

Love

        Vale

Yesterday, (Saturday), wasn’t a bad day. I woke up to the “Bug song” on the alarm on my phone. I forgot to turn it off the night before, maybe forgetting that the following day was saturday. We went out to Ollies, to get thank-you cards, and chapstick. (Winter in the Northeast really kills your lips) Then we went to Zumos (A coffee shop in the green ridge section of Scranton). I ordered cheese cake, with a cinnamon steamer.

When we came home, I asked mom if I could go up to the park (Nay Aug) to take some more pictures for my Fall Shooting Assignment in my photography class in school. I did get some decent pictures, but mother nature decided to give the wyoming valley a crappy year for fall foliage.

The park has beautiful trees,a nifty (maybe twenty feet high?) tree house, an awesome gorge, inspiring trails, and I don’t know how else to describe it, it’s beautiful.

The only problem with the park is that it has a deserted zoo. A few years ago it had a cougar, but kids loved to bang on the (was it a cage, or glass?) and it annoyed the crap out of the poor thing. It kept pacing back and forth, back and forth, staring at the kids, like it wanted to claw them all up.

To take a break about this thing, I’m sorry I have to write about this. My mom is pretty annoyed about the whole “Cougar” thing, where it is considered more acceptable for an older woman to date or have sex with a younger man, or boy, than it is for an older man to have sex with a younger women, or girl.

I’m watching this episode of Numb3rs, and it’s about how this older 30 year old woman is using this 17 year old boy. There going around, killing people, stealing money, cars, etc. I’m not quite sure what the end game is, but it’s still upsetting.

Why is it more acceptable for an older woman to have sex with boys, but not men to have sex with girls? I’m not saying I want men to have sex with girls, but it’s still upsetting. Seeing who society twists roles, and everything.

My mom typed up on the internet yesterday something like “women sexually using boys” or whatever, and it came up with the top ten cougar movies. That’s celebrating statuotory rape. But when she looked up “men sexually using girls” (again, something like that) all it came up with was porn!

People say, “oh that’s disgusting for men to have sex with girls!” but….it’s…ok for women to do that with boys? Sorry, THAT doesn’t make any sense.

And people say and think that boys have dirtier minds than girls, (dirtier? Why?) I asked my mom about that and she because boys start thinking about sex and having it, and more, than girls do. And that’s true, but that doesn’t mean that boys are dirty.

Sorry, I was kind of jumping around there.

So, we were just fooling around on the rocks in Nay Aug park, pretending to fight like soldiers, like most boys do. And, there’s this cool little ridge near the path above the gorge, that has two eye holes, and they’re big enough, you can crawl in them. Anyways, they tried to charge me, but I took this really long branch and pretended to set it on fire, and threw it at them. So, one of my brothers blocked it and it bloodied up my finger. Like, pretty bad. Dark, royal, red blood covering my finger, and pouring onto the rock.

I think it’s healing all right, but it still looks pretty red, and maybe a little swollen, I’m not sure.

I’m going to stop talking so I can go back with my brothers, maybe even to see my blood is still there.

Also, in my last post I said that it’s een two weeks since I last cut, that was an error. What I meant to say was: I threw up a few weeks ago.

Also, I just wanted to add that, I believe Paterno should’ve been fired (like he has), but at the end of the season. Why not let him just finish the season. Yes, he does deserve to e fired, obviously, because he didn’t follow through like he should’ve, but I still believe that he should’ve been allowed to finish the couple of games that he hasleft.

 Love,

Vale

It’s me again. Its been what…three four months since I last posted. That was when I was at PPI. But, Im way past that. Im eating fine, and I haven’t cut in, Im not going to say a long time, but maybe a couple weeks. 

Someone might think, well that’s not very long at all to go, but I had gone months before that relapse. So shut up. 

Everyone probably knows that my family got displaced by the flood. Which is crazy… One day I was just walking around aimlessly (like i usually do) and firefighters were walking around my small town banging on people’s doors telling them theres a recommended evactuation. My mom called my dad and I think thats when he started coming home, either that or when BANG BANG BANG “its a mandatory evacuation”

This is kind of off topic, but if you think of the name firefighter it sounds so noble..and they’re jobs are nobel but I am feeling pretty weird right now. I have a cold, and I feel like my mind is floating above my head.

I remember the day when we came back to our small nothing-happens-here town, and feeling crazy. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me. This only happens to people you don’t know, where it doen’t hit you. This only happens to people that you feel sorry for for five seconds, maybe even pray for, and then move on with the rest of your life.

This flood has made me appreciate those people more. Even think about them more, and pray for them. There’s nothing else much I can do, really. The only money I have I’m trying to save up for a car, and for college (maybe i wont need money for college because im considering the ROTC) and some money for travelling in those years. 

Anyways, we came back, and the military were on the streets, controlling traffic, and possibly even stopping low-lives from stealing our garbage.

You might think “why would you call them low lives? maybe they’re just poor” No, i don’t care even if they were poor, if they were that desperate, they still need to ask. We’re not mean people, well help you, just ask. That doesn’t even count the fact that ITS ILLEFGAL.

Scroungers going around looking for valueable objects here and there in people’s waste piles. Have you any decency? this is a crises, people’s lives are changed completely, our lives are upside-down..

….now that im done ranting. It’s so surreal, as my mom says. As I said before, you never think that that kind of stuff will ever happen to you. Ever. Maybe if you’re a caring person, you’ll give money, but besides that, honestly, you can’t really do anything.

Imagine everything in your basement.

Imagine everything on your first floor.

Now imagine not having any of it. 

One day you come back to your house, and it’s all gone. That’s not even thinking about the fact that you have to clean all the crap up. That you have to rebuild your life, and live like a nomad. 

That first day we came back, us kids didn’t even see the basement. Maybe because it was too much in shambles, my mom didnt want us seeing it. Or maybe because it smelled so horrible I could puke. It still smelled like that weeks after. 

Besides the huge mess everywhere, filthy lackawanna river (old-coal poisoned water) all over your floor, t-v smashed, furniture flipped, all your expensive electronics waterboarded. 

It’s amazing what water can do. Something you see everyday. Yeah, that stuff that comes out of the showerhead is water. That liquid that comes out of your sink faucet, is water. Whenever you go to the pool, run around in the summer rain, go to the ocean, even drink. That’s all water. 

So, besides the huge massive mess, there are just random things everywhere. Some kids toys from down the street on our front porch. A box filled with miscellaneous supplies all the way down the road, two three blocks. What’s up with that?

Three milk jubs lined up in an artistic fashion, all filled at the same exact height. That’s so weird.

Some guys lawn table just sitting in the back alley, as if someone set it up to have lunch there……???

TV remotes standing up on their bottoms on the side table in the living room. YOU CAN FLIP FURNITURE AND RUIN MY PRECIOUS HOME, BUT YOU CAN’T FLIP OVER A FREAKING REMOTE?

ok..im done.

We got this half-a-double cleaned up nice so we can live in it. My mom’s friend let us stay in here. I don’t know if the exchange deal was that we can stay here if we clean it up? Whatever..

So, out of the house.

1. into my mom’s sister in laws house for a couple days

2. into the church..which was weird

3. into a hotel up on montage mountain

4. into this half-a-double in scranton. Living in Scranton i guess softened the blow to us moving again, because it’s one of my favorite cities. Lengthy, rich history, nice decent sized downtown, beautiful architecture, gorgeous parks, nice coffee shops. Plus, it’s my birthplace, and I lived there for some few years when I was still with my birth “parents”.

I know my mom is thinking about me in the matter of us moving around so much. It does bother me because it might bring back memories of my old life when I was still in foster care. Moving around from house to house, no one wanting you. But we’re all cool here; Im all right.

Im talking a lot cause i haven’t posted in a while; which I apologize for, because I know some people enjoy reading. I will try to keep posted.

Any questions, just ask. I’m pretty available, when I’m not doing school, or working on rebuilding on my home.

School is going well, I like my art and music class alot. (of course) I could post some of my work i’ve done so far on here. But I also have a school blog, maybe I can just give the website, I don’t know how that would work out.

I’m pretty upset about what went on in PennState with that perv sandosky, or whatever, I don’t care about spelling his name right, because if he doesn’t care if he effs up kids i dont care if I dont say his name right.

Before all this happened, psu was one of my choices i wanted to go to for college, Im not so sure anymore. I’m still going for architecture no matter what school I’m going to.

I know, just because a handful of creeps do wrong, doesn’t mean their education system is any worse. Still, it makes my want to go to pennstate weaken.

I feel bad #1 mostly for the boys who were raped, obviously. Secondly, for the innocent people who are having their reputations tainted because of the perv. (It’s amazing how one persons wrongdoings can spread out to hurt so many other people) #2, I feel bad for the football players. On the radio the other day a guy was saying how the football players shouldn’t play in the last games. I hope you realize that doesn’t make any sense. You are going to take away the honor of these other young men, because they’re an easy target, even though they did nothing wrong? 

These guys who have worked and dreamed of being on that team, are going to have hallowed out honor in these games. How can they say with complete assurance and pride “We are PennState”? That’s not fair at all. 

Now, about Jo Paterno. Should he quit? I don’t know, I can’t judge that. What I find completely offbalance though is that this man, Paterno, who has had a great, honorable, respected career for over six decades is being pounced on for this one time. Six decades, seriously? 

Yes, I know, these are the lives of young boys, and they count, but I still find that pretty high up on the crazy scale.

And this other guy, WHO SAW A BOY BEING RAPED, ran away like a girl, and took over a day to report it. 

So, Paterno, who has been a good guy for his whole career is being fired, when he did the lesser of two evils, but this guy who saw the whole freaking thing still has his job….

Maybe they fired Paterno because he’s an easy target, I don’t know. 

Im all up in arm about the whole thing. Of course im angriest with this perv, sandusky, or whatever his “name” is. He doesn’t deserve a name.

Those kind of guys, pedophiles, rapists, all of them, I just want to take a dull knife and castrate them all.

But, to express my anger in a good way my mom and I are talking about trying to pass a law. The whole idea isn’t completely fleshed out, but the basic idea is that these people should get time because they were state-funded. My mom could probably explain it better. 

Again, any questions, comments, concerns, whatever..Im here. 

Holy freaking crap, its been forever since i last posted. like MONTHS. I know i always say that im sorry but since i dont really post i guess that means that i actually am not sorry. Anyways, these last couple of weeks have been really hectic. Okay, VBS for church, then teen camp (which I could write a whole other post about), a week of preparing for coming here, and now here.

I actually have some pretty interesting stories to tell about going so far. Let me start off with the fact that in the whole adolescent group I am the only boy. So i’m in a room with like 6 or 7 other girls. And they are talking about how they have trust issues with their boyfriends and about their periods (whole other class) and it makes me feel weird.

The thing with their periods, we had a class (Friendship vs Parentship) and the woman counselor teacher whatever put down two columns on the board things you feel comfortable talking to your parents about and things you dont. Then we voted for each side so like Dating Yes, i feel comfortable+3 no, i dont +4. i did cause im not even allowed to date so yeah. Then periods which was pretty much the same thing. one girl is really close to her mom (her dad died) and so am i so we both felt comfortable talking to our parents about pretty much anything. Periods yes+2 no+5 heck, i have no problem talking to my mom about periods. cause i dont get them! lucky me. no but i have other crap to deal with.

But seriously im just getting my feet wet with this, its gonna get deeper into recovery pretty soon.

There are some girls i see here who have eating disorders, like 6-8 of them. One of them has a real serious demon. I mean, my mom told me a new girl came and that she had an ED, and when i saw her walking out the door I just knew it was her. Whenever i see her i feel so bad for her. I almost cried really. But i try not to make her feel like a freak so i try not to look at her. Just keep friendly conversations is what i do really with most of these girls. Or at least try to. Ive got to keep my hormones in check

I just got back home from Marly’s mission. I had my personal session and after that got to see this other survivor again. He, his mom, my mom, and me went down to the kitchen to talk. He wanted to say how the hospital he went down to really helped him feel better, and what a great staff they had, and how they really cared. I told my mom I would be willing to go anywhere to get better.

Just a little story before I forget, (sorry, this is kind of random). I found a bird in the silo at Marly’s, and I thought it was just the cutest thing. At first it was snapping at me, but then I picked it up and it seemed like he (or she..xd) really liked it. It was cold so it snuggled up into my jacket to keep warm. I brought it to my mom, and some other people and they were trying to find out what kind of bird it was. It was just a chick, so it was hard. But they said it was going to be pretty large because of how large it was even as a baby. It pooped on me twice, and my mom said it would be best to put it back.

I tried to help it the best I could because I don’t know, I think humans have a natural compassion to take care of things that are smaller than them; At  least I do. I mean, I love children, or pretty much anything that is smaller. There’s just something about it, things that are smaller seem to be innocent and helpless and you just want to take care of them. Anyways…

I tried to make a nest for it, but it wasn’t nearly as crafty as the nest made by the mother made to take care of its chick. I made a nest of twine, and sticks. I shaped it into a circle, and tried to block it from the wind. I came back today and found it not there. L

I guess I found out that I wasn’t good enough to take care of it, and its best off for me not to take care of anything.

Umm..Im trying to post more so I’ll have less to post each time.  I hate it how when you don’t need to remember things you do, but when you actually need to remember something you don’t. man..that sucks.

So to add onto my list of favorite bands from yesterday: Owl City, OneRepublic, Linkin Park

Love you

                                                                                                        Vale

Wow. It has been a long time since I last posted. Sorry about that. Anyways, basic stuff. Umm…Got a new phone, gravity 3. I’ve gone a month without cutting. (well, before) So, I’ve earned a fountain pen from Italy. Awesome. And the Assistant District Attorney of Lackawanna County wants to give it to me personally.

I did cut after that though, like the very next morning (What the heck) I was thinking in a funny way, “Not only do I get a fountain pen from Italy, but I get to cut!”…Haha…XD

Marly’s mission is going cool. I met this other survivor, who is another young man, like me. I don’t mean to sound negative or evil, or something, but im glad he’s a boy. Not that I would EVER want that to happen to someone, but…you always hear about girls. Books are always about girls. Movies are always about girls. Public sees it as only happening to girls. Well guess what? You’re wrong.

No offense girls.

Oh..crap..How did I forget? I suggested to my mom that I would like to get into a day treatment or something for my eating disorder. Yeah, Im eating better than I was months ago, but for the last couple of months my eating patterns have kind of plateaud. (is that a word) So, I talked to my art therapist about and e-mailed a doctor I go see in downstate pa.

Thing is, I want to get better as fast as possible. Yeah, I wanna complete each step thoroughly but I still want to help other kids. (teenagers too if you don’t mind)

Another weird thing, I got a haircut. I personally like my hair longer because I feel I can do more with it, and I like being bad and shove it down in my face. But my mom wants it short because she thinks it’s feminine for a boy to have long hair. So, we made a deal, she trimmed it, and now I spike it up. So, I can still have it modern, but it’s shorter. (what do girls think about that? Jk)

Ohh..I found out that I like shopping. I was down at that Exton Square mall while waiting to audition for my new school (which I freaking got into woot!). So, I walked around. Before I thought eh, who cares, it’s shopping..ooh..hot girl. Haha. Now im more like ooh aeropostale! Gap! AE! Umm..men’s express! They have nice clothing.

I was trying on skinny jeans at gap, and my mom hated them. Because it accentuated how thin I am. I liked them, because they were really comfortable and I like the style, but I was actually gonna buy them. 40 bucks for one freaking pair of jeans, when I could just get them off of ebay for like 20? One pair was slouchy slim, and the other was I don’t know skinny boot cut.

The reason I wanted to try them out was because they looked hot on the model, (umm..is it weird for me to say that a plastic guy model is hot?) And I looked at the tag to see what brand it was. 1969. Cool. Anyways, apparently I have an expensive taste.

I have been thinking about this for a while and a funny idea keeps on popping up in my head. I have got my mom into rap, (Eminem), and a bunch of other music she wouldn’t have listened to before. I just think about it, and im like..whoa.

So, that’s a little bit of catching up.  Some bands I like that I’ve heard. Plus, I’ve got to write them down before I forget their names.

Favorite Bands:

My Chemical Romance (sing it girl..xD)

The Fray

The Script (For the first time, baby)

Paper Tongues

Ik there are more but i can’t rememberr…gahh :/

Ill add some more later when I can remember. OMW…I dropped followers? Did i say something mean? -_-‘

There you go Mrs. L. Now you have something to read when you drink your morning coffee

Love you                                             Vale

Today I went to Marley’s Mission again. I had to paint something that made me happy on my girlfriend. I thought for a minute then decided to paint a mini skyline. I used the blue paint for the river (or whatever water port it has, lake, ocean) then I put on solid squares and rectangles as buildings. It was OK.

For some reason they brought in another horse named Lexy, and for a large part of the time I used her. She’s the oldest horse there but that doesn’t change my mind that I think she’s beautiful. I didn’t mind as much using her instead of Lacy because Lacy didn’t seem to have a problem (probably because she was too busy eating grass)

Then on Lexy I could paint whatever I wanted. So, I painted the word “Hi” on one side. Ironically there’s a bald spot on one part of her, and I hadn’t even noticed this, but the bald spot ended up looking like the dot for the “I”. On the other side I painted “I didn’t do it”. So if anyone blamed her for doing something naughty all she had to do was shove her butt in their faces. Wow that was immature…Sorry, I just had to have a laugh.

Anyways, to explain the title, Marley’s Mission got a couple new Miniature horses, or as I like to call them “midget horses”. They’re pretty cool. I got to look at them for a few minutes after therapy. Umm, about that comment from that kid in youth group, I’m fine. For some reason I didn’t take it too hard. I probably would’ve left and cried at home, or just cried on a bench. But I just left the court and sat on the swings.

I’m pretty tired right now. I’ve been traveling so much. Sitting in a car for hours upon hours just drains you. You would think that sitting and doing nothing would be relaxing, but it’s actually tiring.

Oh, I forgot. I have to add extra random facts.

1)      I have a strange adoration for fruit. They’re just so good. Favorites are grapes, strawberries, and cherries.

2)      I like converse (I have a pair of blue ones) although they’re not those true kind, they’re a different style. I think they are Converse Weapons or something.

3)      I speak only English. Besides that, Hola, friendola. (I guess that means hi friend)

4)      Where would I be if I was born 100 years ago? The anthracite coal mines. Yeah, fun. Cough up those lungs.

5)      What do I think about the color pink? First of all, the guy who made pink a “girl color” probably said that because he was ashamed of the fact that he liked that color because it was girly. However, if he was the first dude to make that up why would he think it was girly? Yeah, that’s confusing. I’m not even sure if I got that. Pink is a cool color.

6)      I like art. These facts are getting really stupid.

7)      Would I rather be Spartan or Athenian? I’ll go with Roman.

8)      Would I like to go back to brick and mortar? Hailz to the no!

9)      I think that it’s stupid that you have to get a license to get married. That doesn’t even make sense. I mean a license? That’s brainless.

10)   What is today? Today is Arbor Day my good friends, and that means-…you know what? I don’t actually know. Someone tell me…please.

So, as you can tell these facts are getting to be very stupid. I need questions to answer. So go ahead and ask them.

Love you

~Vale~

That was pretty gloomy. My mom wanted me to go to the park to play basketball with the youth group. Yeah, I don’t think so. I ended up using “I have school” as an excuse. But, for some stupid reason I decided to go instead of staying home and… “Doing School” That was a mistake.

OK, I admit, I didn’t go there with the best attitude possible. But, I actually tried to play. I tried to throw the ball back to the right person (which worked most of the time). Most of the time I just kicked the ground, and get the crap scared out of myself by flying balls. Heh.

When people get depressed, generally they lose a love. No, not like a person, (although, that can definitely happen), I mean like…a hobby or something they just like to invest time in. I use to like sports. I use to love soccer, baseball, and any other sport I had time to play. I use to love to compete with other boys my age, and even older. OK, I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t have a bad body. I have like zero fat. I have a wiry type body, not stocky. That pretty much means I’m taller, and still muscular. You know what, never mind, you know what wiry is.

So, yeah. Well, that’s one thing I lost. I don’t like sports anymore. No, I’m not going to lie to you or myself. It KILLS me that I can’t play anymore. I use to be out playing for hours, and compete successfully with boys four, five years older than me. I was pretty wicked fast, and had it going on. But, now I can’t. I feel like a wimp. I feel weak. I feel like I can’t do anything. I mean what’s so freaking hard about chasing around a ball? I use to do it all, and now it’s hard for me to even step onto the field.

To get to the bottom line, there’s this older boy in the youth group that…umm…I highly dislike. NO, I’m not being nice. He’s a jerk. There’s this girl he likes (and it’s obvious, everybody knows it) and he will do ANYTHING to show off to her. He’s so rude, too. Okay, so when they were on the court, he shoved everybody’s water bottles, cell phones, whatever, out of the way so that he could make room for her jacket. Her jacket! That’s not all. So, he’s not just the average guy who tries to show off to his girl. He’s way over the top.

He sits next to her every time possible, and is disruptive when a leader talks. Now, I’m not a very strict kind of guy, I’m not very stern. But there needs to be structure. Okay, there needs to be leadership and a backbone in every project, activity, whatever, in any form of life there needs to be leadership. So, this guy is completely over the top just to show his girl how cool he is. Even when he makes a lame joke she laughs. That’s so lame.

Anyways, sorry for carrying on, he was very rude and hurtful tonight. So, I wasn’t sure who was on my team when we played because it all happened so fast. You know how the last team to touch the ball has to give it over? Well, since I didn’t know who was on my team I thought I would let the ball go past me so we would get the ball.

So, he called me a useless teammate, and said that he would kill me. Real upgrading. I wished at that very moment that the earth would swallow me up. BUT, now I am fine. I even ate, and had a brownie! xD

So, today I went to an appointment, sped up with a psychiatrist, and gained two pounds. That’s cool.

So, some more random facts?

Oh, no, first. I found a new hobby, shopping. I went to the Laurel Mall, to a store called the Treasure Hunt or something. They had very low prices, also. I originally went to get a breezer for summer, but ended up getting two blazers, and two fedoras, also.

So, since I have a couple lawns to mow this summer, I plan on using some spending money to shop. I’m not really a big spender, in fact I have quite a large sum of money for a person my age, and I just found a new hobby. That’s all.

I’ll put in extra random facts for entertainment next post. I’m tired, and I want to go to bed.

Love you all.

~Vale~

I’ve been feeling weird these last couple of days. Like, right now-never mind, let me explain first. I get heart burn. Ok? I get it from caffeine, too much sugar, and spicy foods. I used to take medicine for it, but now I just control it with diet. I got tested, EKG and stuff, which showed that I didn’t have anything actually wrong with my heart. Just that I got heart burn due to foods. Getting an EKG is actually kind of fun.

I had to take off my shirt, and lay on a bed. Just lie there. Ha. I could do that all day. Man, let’s get me some EKG’s! So, then they put like 12 of those suction pad thingies on your chest. Literally, im not lying, you get around 10, give or take, of those things on your chest.

Whatever, that’s it. So, I’ve been having heartburn for the last few hours, and still have it. That’s not very usual. Usually I drink milk, and it’s over with in about half an hour. But, I’ve been drinking milk for quite some time today, and still have it. I even put some yummy toasted marshmallow syrup in the milk, plus cinnamon sugar, and I still have it! Grr….Also, my eyes are hurting from looking at the computer for school for a long time.

I’m not much of a computer guy. I mean, I can hang out on it for a couple hours, but then I want to get away from it. I just hate staying in one spot forever. IT’s not that it’s boring, but I guess….yeah..It’s boring. Plus, I’m not very patient with them. You’re a machine, you’re suppose to work as much as I want you to, as fast, and as hard as I

Anyways, saw my girlfriend couple more times since I last posted. (Which was a while ago…sorry about that) I helped paint a shed at Marley’s mission, which was awesome. There’s just something about painting that’s awesome. I don’t even know how to explain it. Up, and down, down and up. Paint, paint, paint. That’s kinda weird, yeah. But, still, I think it’s understandable, right? Everyone has their weird stuff.

I just went outside, in a long sleeved t-shirt. I’m just not quite ready yet. It was in the high 80s low 90s, and I was hot. So, I tried to keep cool by staying in the shade, and on the swings. That’s what I did for the majority of the time…sit on a swing. Anyways, I brought my two siblings back from the park.

There were four girls who kept on looking in my direction while on was on the swings. And, ironically, they left the same time I did, in the same direction, and followed for a couple streets. Ha. Nothins goin on there.

So, now I’m all sweaty and gross. I want a shower. Right now. xD

I went to Philadelphia on Wednesday and Thursday for spring break. Whoopie! I love philly! I took like 200 pictures that I haven’t yet edited, but I will, and maybe post some on here.

I just want to say again that I’m sorry I haven’t posted lately. IT’s been kinda hectic. And, I never really got the time to. So, really sorry about that.

I don’t really know what else to say. You know what; I should post random facts about myself. That would be…I guess more exciting. Because, it’s probably boring just reading stuff about a 14 yr old boy. Blah…yeah.

10 Random Facts:                

I like jewelry (I have three rings, and a bunch of bracelets. Three of them I always wear; Two rubber ones that say, “CAC of NEPA”, and “Marley’s Mission”. There’s this really nice black bracelet my parents got me for my birthday at a shop in the Steamtown Mall called ‘Things Remembered’ It says, “Whatsoever things are true Think on these things” Yeah, awesome, thanks mom and dad. Hugz.

My favorite colors are teal and purple

I love architecture.

I am also into City Planning

Favorite season is probably fall (all the colors, and it’s not too hot)

Favorite junk food is WHOOPIE PIE!!!

I love going to cities

I love travelling in general

The only major cities I’ve been to are (and these are cities over 50,000) NYC, Philadelphia, Scranton, Bethlehem, Baltimore, Lancaster. And I’m probably missing some. xD

I use google chrome, not internet explorer, firefox, etc.. (btw, google is better than yahoo)

Love you

~Vale~