Military

That is really lame, ladies, trying to dump me in a military bucket. My father is a missionary, obviously, as was also my great-grandfather and my Dad's aunt and uncle. We are a missionary family mostly. It is true that I do have an uncle or two who were in the military, but only because they married into the family, not because they are actually my relatives. And then there was my grandmother's sister who married a colonel, a second marriage of elderly people of which I know almost nothing, but that does not make me a military brat, obviously. A missionary is not the same thing as military personnel, obviously.

Speaking Of Parties

I recently was looking through the old "Trojan Times" high school newspaper, what few copies I had saved, and noticed a story about Gwen Juneau inviting some people to her house for a party to organize a charity drive. They all contributed money to give presents to the children of prisoners or soldiers or something like that. I had not noticed that story originally when I was on the high school newspaper staff. Gwen did not invite me to her party but I really did not think about it very much. I do not really know Gwen at all so I am not surprised that she did not invite me to her party. I do not remember ever meeting Gwen so it did not matter to me. Just because these people's pictures appear in my high school yearbook, that does not mean that they are going to have any place in my future life whenever I get back to the United States. (Hint: Earth to Thomas Hills) There is nothing magical about high school. Anyway, it is nice that Gwen had a party and gave gifts to the children. That is nice but, anyway, it does not matter that I did not participate there as I was not invited anyway, not that I care. And I do not recall seeing Gwen Juneau invited to participate with us in door-to-door witnessing with the AIM team from Arkansas for an entire week. Perhaps Gwen would not be capable of translating and leading someone to surrender their live of Christ in the Spanish language given that she is probably not saved anyway, just like the Hills brothers are also probably not saved and never led anyone to Christ in their entire lives, only played war games. That is the problem with these mainliners who think they know everything but don't really know what matters, and this also applies to cranky old buzzard Marvin. I never want to hear another word from lowlife Marvin and his mainlining high school buddies. Do these people have any idea how many second cousins I have on my mother's side let alone my father's side? Thousands probably, and they all think they know everything and that they ought to be in charge of family business. So it logically follows that none of them are going to be in charge of me, obviously. Especially not Marvin.

Insulted

Yes, I was sort of insulted by Cheryl Aday. One day at SCC I was chatting with her and saying that I had just gotten back from visiting family and my sister was there and Cheryl said that yes, she could tell that I had recently been around my sister because I was acting sort of like her, as if copycatting her, and thus she could tell that I had been around her. So that was sort of insulting, sort of like I don't exist when I am with my family because I am only imitating my sister, as if my sister did get anything good from me and I did not get anything bad from her, as if I were the family dog or something like that. How rude. And like, do I care what Cheryl Aday thinks or says about anything? No, actually not. I do not recall speaking to Cheryl Aday after that. Cheryl Aday is my sister's friend so she does not exist as is a worthless, useless person as far as I am concerned.

Underwear

Yes, that was so rude of Cori. During the camping trip, canoeing down the King's River, Cori spread my dirty underwear on a tree for all to see. When I came upon this scene Dean Chenault was standing there and asked me if I know whose it was. I think that I said I did not know and immediately removed it and put it away. It would be unreasonable to expect me to discuss my underwear with anyone other than my mother, obviously. I cannot imagine what was going through Cori's sick mind, but then again what do you expect from a trashy strip dancer-slut like Cori? Nothing much. In fact, I do not want anything else from Cori.

Partiless Me

Yes, if only I could have a party but they won't let me have a social life. I'm not sure why. Well, maybe it has something to do with the party I held for myself when I was eight years old. The children's encyclopedia, Childcraft, described how to have a party. You invite all your friends and then you all play games together. So I took the book's advice and made invitations and gave them to all my friends telling them to come to my party at a certain time on a certain day and then when everybody arrived with their parents, my parents were surprised because they had not planned anything. I had forgotten to tell my parents about the party that I had planned. Oh well, minor detail. Can't we just all play games like it says in the Childcraft book? So anyway the whole thing was sort of embarrassing for them and even more so for me. I was mortified after all the fussing. Yes, I do remember Kent Stone being particularly critical and contemptuous of me because, well, that was so bad of me. Bad girl! Bad girl! So, well, that is the last time I ever invited Kent to any party of mine, at least that much is for sure. I remember telling my Mom I did not know how I could survive that, I was so embarrassed, and my mom said that later I would not even remember that incident, I might even laugh and think it was funny. But at eight years old it did not seem very funny to be treated so rudely by all my friends. So much for having a party.

Contract

I do not recall signing any contract selling my soul or placing myself under any legal obligation whatsoever to any college roommate and/or dorm floormate. There is no reason for vicious bitch-witch ____ to pretend that she will ever have any real place in my life or that I am obligated to continue playing the role of helpless doormat to them long after they have ceased to have any role in my life. The worthless dogs of Evangel's Spence Third Floor dorm floor have no place legally to say that their approval is required before I can be declared a human being endowed with rights by my Creator and I never want to hear another word from those obnoxious people. Also, trashy worthless Cori continues to try to bait me into repeating that story she always tells about Grace. Every conversation with Cori tends to be very one-sided with her prattling on about the same or similar subject matter and myself saying nothing because there really is nothing for me to say about that. I was not there so that story has nothing to do with me.

Sisters

If my little sister were running the show, I am the big sister who should be hidden in the closet most of the time and trotted out for public appearances only on family occasions. I wonder who said that? Anyway, it is unfortunate that my sister sold her soul to the devil and has made a federal case out of pretending that she was not the aggressor almost from day one, constantly messing up all my stuff, dueling with sister on a continual basis, trashing me behind my back on every possible occasion, etc. Killing her would only put me in prison but, anyway, the alternative is to have no life, to be merely the big sister appendage from whom she wants nothing which is apparently the only choice I have in this matter. One would think that I would be able to control her, that she would have some respect, but she was so little and skinny that everyone was worried that I would hurt her when actually she was the one manipulating everything and making herself look like the victim and actually she was the one constantly aggravating and teasing me. Everything I do annoys her. How dare I open my mouth when she has something to say? If she were running the show, everything would come from her and I would be relegated to the sidelines to watch whatever she wants to do because obviously whatever I want to do is not what she wants to do. So I would get in so much trouble for saying this but, anyway, like they say, if you cannot go around the mountain you have to tunnel through it.