I Don’t Care

I am honestly getting tired of my family. Well, not all of it. Me and my sister are getting into our usual arguments over the computer and the TV, but lately, my dad is cutting out all the fun. What do I mean by this? Well last week, me and my sister were just playing around and seeing who could squeeze the other person’s hand longer. My dad was sitting over next to us and said “C’mon you guys cut it out.” So I said “We’re having fun.” and he just said “I don’t care. If you want to have fun, take it somewhere else.”

I. Don’t. Care. You know what all three of those words have in common? My dad says them all quite a lot. He refers to himself a lot (I), he tells us not to do things quite often (don’t), and he says all three of them at least every day. I mean lately, he’s been complaining about everything! He’ll just be like “Oh well we’re never going to get a real TV because Comcast is just being stupid as usual.” and on and on. I really don’t care about that kind of stuff. I don’t care. Wow. And you know what? It’s true he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that I’m getting all depressed because I can’t have a cell phone, he doesn’t care that we don’t have a real TV, and most of all, he doesn’t care that he is ruining everything for us. He completely ruined Christmas for me and my sister. He just took it and threw it all out the window. I just hate how he does that every year. There is nothing worse than having your dad throw Christmas right out the window for you and someone you love.

And I’ve decided on something. The next time he says I don’t care, I’m going to look him right in the eye and say one of two things. I might say “Neither do I.” or, I might just say “You know what? You’re right. You don’t care.” I’ll probably say the last one. I don’t know when it will get into his head that he doesn’t care, and that he’s making everyone around him miserable because he doesn’t care.

We’re going to the Mall of America, so I’ll post in a few days. But right now, my mom is banning the computer while my grandma is here, so I might not. I might talk about her next. Boy it used to be me and my sister who fight a lot, but now it’s just the opposite. Mostly my mom and my dad while me and my sister get along great.  But anyways, I’ll post the next time I get a chance.

~Robyn <3~

Uhhhh My Concussion

I got a pleasant surprise on Thursday and Friday. First of all, we got to go roller skating on Thursday for a field trip. I used skates that were really heavy and had four wheels making like a rectangle on the bottom of the skate. Anyways, I had kind of figured out how to skate with them even though I was used to blades. I fell a couple times not too hard, and then I found out the secret to roller skating. If your feet go to the beat, you don’t fall on your seat. So I was going with the beat like I had been doing, and that’s when it happened. My left foot was in the air, and my right foot slipped out from under me. I fell on my back and my head hit against the floor. For a millisecond, everything went black. Then when my eyes opened, I saw my friend who I was skating with, Brin, turned around, mouth agape looking at me, rolling very slow. I managed to get back up and I caught up with her. She asked if I was alright and I said yes, even though I wasn’t. We went off the rink and sat back at the table we had sat at to eat. I still haven’t gotten a bruise from where I fell on my lower back, but it hurts when it hits something. Then on Friday, it got even worse. We got to have two days of sledding. One on Wednesday, and one on Friday. On Wednesday I had been fine, my mouth was just a little dry and I was breathing a little faster than normal, but I was ok. But on Friday, I was trying to take it easy. I was doing fine and having fun, and making sure not to go down on my stomach too many times. But then, on my last time going down, I was sliding sideways, and I wasn’t even leaning, and I flipped over. My head hit against the ground and I rolled sideways. When I got home, I was all dizzy and stuff, and I’m pretty sure I’m never going sledding again. So now I have a mild concussion, and I’m sick. I got sick twice last night, and I have a fever on and off. I’m not too happy at the time, but I’ve kind of been communicating with my friends so I’m not as sad. Well, I can post again… sometime.

Finally in Minnesota

    We finally made it. We just got to Minnesota yesterday at 1:00 PM. We slept in our house after finding many problems we’re going to need the landlord to fix. It is freezing cold, and at night, the temperature (get this) is like 8 or 9 degrees. Yea, degrees F (I don’t know how to spell it so just stick with me here).

 

    A lot of people other than me had a rough time sleeping. There was this high-pitched sound that was bugging my mom and dad. My mom got really cold over night, and I’m not sure about my dad.

 

    Well, we think school is starting for me today, so I need to go get my lunch packed and all. Be thankful it isn’t 8 degrees F. at your house.

Leaving New York

Today’s our last day in New York. It’s kind of depressing. My suitcase is packed… and stuffed. I can’t fit anything else in it! The problem is, I have to put all of my dirty clothes in it. I can’t put them in it, but my sister might have some room in her bag.

I’m not sure what time we’re going to leave, but I know we have to be ready to go after lunch… or before. I don’t know.

I’m not sure I’m ready to leave New York yet. I wish we didn’t have to go, and I wish I had more time to do what I wanted to do. I won’t mention what I wanted to do, but there were a lot of things. I just wish that some of my friends would have actually said goodbye to me. I’ve been going on Instant Messanger as many times as I can, but no one is ever on. I wish some people would just get on for once so I could ask them why they didn’t say goodbye.

Sometimes I wonder why people don’t say goodbye. There were a few of my friends who surprised me by not saying goodbye. If you’re going to see someone for the last time in person, wouldn’t you say goodbye? I know I would. But never mind that. If you were going to see someone for the last time, wouldn’t you tell them something really important? Like if you liked someone, and they were moving halfway across the country, wouldn’t you tell them you had liked them? I know I would… but I didn’t. Well, I didn’t tell the person I liked that I liked them before I left, but I might Instant Message them and tell them sometime, and then sign off right away. I don’t know.

Sometimes I wonder what the people in Minnesota are going to think of me. Are they going to think I’m really cool because I’m from New York? Or will they think I’m weird because I’m not from New York City? I guess I’ll just have to see.

I’m not sure what people are going to think of the ‘New Girl’. I’m just going to wait and see I guess. There’s nothing else I can really do. I’ll just see what people think, and if they’ll care that I’m new or not. I’ll have to try to stay away from trying to get special treatment just because I’m new. I did that in 3rd grade when I moved from Ohio to New York. I’m bound and determined to keep away from that person. I feel like I can be like five different people at times. But I’m trying to focus on the one that pleases God the most. So I’m just going to be that person who makes mistakes, and be that person who will try to think before I speak. But for now, I can say goodbye to New York.

The beginning of my adventure (in sorrow)

I’ll never forget the day my dad told me that there was a possibility that we would be moving to Minnisota. After I knew this, I told my sister, who was then what you could call crushed. I told as few people as I could.

When I found out how much the church liked my dad, I started worrying. When I worried, I told more people.

Then came the day that my dad anounced at the dinner table that we were going to move. I told more people that it was for sure. No more questions about it. That was when the sorrow began.

After this I stopped and pondered. And after pondering, I wondered “Why is God letting this happen?” I was beginning to question my relationship with Him. And that wasn’t the worst part. Some of my friends didn’t even care. And then, I found out that some of them were happy I was leaving. That made me furious.

Let’s back up for just a second. Before school started, my mom and my dad flew up to Minnesota to look at the church and talk to some people. They came back the day before school. Meanwhile, me and my sister were with friends and then our grandma.

Alright, fast-forward. As the weeks became days, I was getting more and more worried. A few weeks before we moved, me my dad and my sister went out to Minnesota ourselves. We found a nice house, and checked out the schools.

When we came back, it seemed like no one ever knew I was gone. That was upseting. But when the weeks were literally days, people still weren’t worried. Our house was in boxes!

Something that did make me feel better was when one of my friends threw me a moving party. Just a little party with close friends. We made a scrapbook for memories. It was so nice.

Yesterday was my last day. Last night was the last meeting of the Xtreme Sugar Hobos, the club that me and my friend, Ciara started. The newest member and vice president, Ben came with Ciara. Then the other member, Ashley came and the four of us just hung out. Ben and Ciara had to leave right after the message was over. We said goodbye, I got some addresses and phone numbers from them and Ashley.

So the journey begins. How can you predict what’s going to happen without any solid information? Well if there was ever a time to fly solo, and wing it completly, it would be now. Friday we’re going to head to Cleveland for a couple days, then we’ll go to Chicago and stay a night there, and then spend the next night in our new house.

Who I am.

Since I’ve already been through the beginning of my adventure, it might be good for you to know who I am, so you can kind of follow my feelings and actions.

First of all, my name is Robyn. The thing I despise the most in the world is when people call me Birdie, or when they spell my name with an ‘i’ instead of a ‘y’. But I like my name anyways. It’s unique and that’s one thing that makes me different from everyone else.

Right now, I’m in 6th grade and in most schools, I would be in Middle School. When we arrive in Bloomington, Minnesota, I’m going to attend their Middle School.

Now don’t get me wrong, family is very important to me. Since when I’m writing this, it’s Thanksgiving, it would be really cool if my entire family was here. But my Thanksgiving dinner will be with my aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandma, plus my mom, dad, and sister.

Me and my sister aren’t what you would call really close. Sure we live together, and we hang out sometimes, but when we aren’t hanging out together, we’re arguing. So we aren’t as close as we could be. But she’s fourteen, and I’m only eleven, so there isn’t too much of a surprise.

Me and my dad are closer than me and my sister. Same thing with my mom, but I find myself closer to my dad, since we both enjoy doing technical stuff. However, me and my mom aren’t that far apart either. Sure I could be closer to a lot of people, but I could be farther apart as well. And I would rather be close than apart.

Friends are really important to me too. I have a lot of really good friends, but with every five friends, I have at least one person who doesn’t like me, and I don’t really like them. But if I don’t hang around them, then I don’t have as much of a problem with them.

Even though all of this stuff is important, I find myself trapped in the middle of this confusion, and all this pain. It’s like everything is going around in circles but in different directions and in different spots so I can’t just stop and take a break.

Sometimes it feels like life is a test, and there are times I just wish I could hit a pause button and take a break from the test and just relax. Latelly I’ve discovered that there’s not a delete button on words. You could say something and wish you could take it back, but you can’t. There’s no eraser and no delete button. When will I finally figure out how to think before I speak?