A slightly offensive thought

Have you ever taken a good look at your step family and thought, "Thank GOD I don't actually come from them"?

Yeah, that's how I'm feeling at the moment. I'm trying to convince my mom to let me go to Texas for a year and stay with my cousin Dolly. It's not working. I might go crazy soon or break down. Perhaps both, if I'm in the mood for it.

Back Seat Photographer

Random photos taken from the back seat of my mom's car on our usual 7 - 9 hour trip to West Virginia.

Over a bridge.

Pink Brest Cancer Awareness rubber duckie is enjoying himself.

A sky shot.

Another sky shot.

Crap, how many of these did I take?

Don't mind me. I'm just flipping of BP.

Pretty sunset in the mountains.

Oh hai

So.... I turned 17. One year till I'm legal. Woot!

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......... Wait, I didn't mean it to sound like that. >___<

Unpopular Photos

These photos were taken in the large park within my trailer park. People don't seem to like them. Not that I care. I like them. They're not joyful and colorful like the rainbow infested photos scene kids take or flowers everyone likes to take, but they're not completely dreadful like faux suicide photos emo kids take or picture of dead animals people with mental problems like to spam DA with. These photos are just... Real. But to be fair, reality sucks.

"Graffiti is for Children"

"Crime Scene"

"Colorful Explosion of Joy"
(which doesn't really bring joy)

So....

The sad part about July 4th is that we're suppose to be celebrating the birth of a nation, yet we focus more on parties, drinking and fireworks.

By the way, last July 4th was better because my neighbor had a party and all the adults were drunk while setting off fireworks. >___> We almost had an accident but it was the highlight of the night! (Never throw a "dud" firework into a fire pit. It's not actually a dud, the fuse probably just snapped. I WILL explode.)

God Bless America and happy (late) 4th of July!

Old Art and Psycho Ex

Somehow, that song goes well with my old drawings. O___o

God has a sick sense of humor

"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing"

A few days ago, at 4 in the morning, a young man, only 24, died in a horrendous car accidence. The other man in the car with him walked away with broken ribs. Today while running a few errands with my mom, aunt and cousin, we passed the local cemetery. The entire cemetery was filled with cars even in parts of the grass where no one was buried yet and on the highway. We though this was his funeral.

When we went to my other aunt's house, we learned his was the nephew of one of the ladies of her church who helped make food for the wake after my grandmother's funeral last month. We also learned that the funeral we passed was not his. Whoever they were, they were loved. The young man's funeral to tomorrow.

My aunt told us how at 11:00 the night before he died, he was Wawa, a quick stop place for gas and food. In the store, a man was having a seizure and this young man saved him. The reason I quoted Depeche Mode's Blasphemous Rumors is because it fits this situation perfectly. The young man saves a man's life and the next morning, a few hours away, he loses his own life. The irony is too much and I really do believe God has a sick sense of humor.