Home Sick

I'm not homesick, as you may think, but home from school sick with the "idontwannagottochurchwithmyschool" pox. I don't like going to church with my school. I hate not being able to sit beside my friends. I hate that people talk and don't respect anything there. I hate taking the bus there and back, so I am playing hooky.
This is the second full day of school I missed in this semester, which is better than in grade nine or ten where I missed ten days per semester. It could just be that I am in grade 12 now and need to be at school for my classes in order to pass them. Maybe.... Probably.

So I am racking my brain trying to think of how to put together my story (right now the working title is either Life is Easy or Beachcombers - the first would be because the main character's sister is a "beautiful person" who has things easy, and the second title would be because the main character's cousin wants her cousins to help her scour the beach to look for seashells that she makes jewelery -- and her living -- from. Since I recently found out that The Beachcombers was a show {Gimme a break, I'm only 17! How could I possibly have known that?} I think I like Life is Easy.) and I'm having a real fun time. Yeah right. By the way, I know the stuff in brackets could have been its own sentence and probably shouldn't have gone on that long in brackets, but whatever. Get over it.
Anyways, I have a lot of ideas. It started off as just a teenage girl's whining about how the boy she likes doesn't like her back, but I think I've turned it into more. It has turned into an obsession story really, how Rachel is obsessed with Owen, and Leah is obsessed with fulfilling every minute want, and that kind of stuff. Rachel likes Owen. Leah likes boys. Carlee is innocent. Sabrina wants Elliot to propose but his family has a problem with her. Jerome and Rachel can't look at each other now that they've had sex. It's really a fun story in a kind of depressing way, especially the way it ends. Ooo, I don't know why, but in every story I write, someone has to die.
In the very first story I wrote (which I can't remember the name of), Donna's family was murdered.
In Waking Evil, Stephanie dies three times (sacrifice, sacrifice again, and finally exhaustion from being evil).
In Beautiful Blue, nobody died, but Kim's spirit and her trust for Catalan died.
In Distorted, the main character killed her family and boyfriend, then Salem killed the doctor that raped her.
In The Clone, Leigh died of a heart attack in her car.
In Just Flowers, Jen committed suicide.
But I guess the death wasn't always the inciting incident, so my stories are all different! Yay! In Life is Easy, Carlee is going to die. Sorry kids, but that is just how it is. I think I'm just at that point where the only way I know how to end a story is with someone dieing. That's not a bad thing, I guess, since death is the ultimate end. No coming back (except in Stephanie Raye's case, she was special though, brought back to life by her sort-of-boyfriend and father) from death.

So speaking of homesick (ha ha ha, I know I did it again!) I remember last week I was really homesick. Before I went to John's house where I saw my brother, I was feeling really sad and wanted to see someone I was related to, preferably in the form of one of my siblings. It is weird being one of five children because I tend to feel really sad sometimes, mostly after just spending a weekend or a holiday with them (Christmas was a bitch, I was surrounded by 8-10 people every waking hour for 4 days, then in Sherwood Park, I was around my sisters all day for the last week and a half. When I came back to Veg where there was only my grandma and uncle, neither of which I really talk to or hang out with, I was so almost culture shocked. Maybe it was social shock.). But yeah, anyways, after Kass dropped KC and I off and started on back to his home, I really wanted to hang out with him or Laura or Caitlyn. I hate feeling homesick, mostly because it's the closest thing to depression I've felt in a while. There was always that feeling in my gut that told me, "You're all alone, you're all alone."
Good news though. After I get home from Europe (YAYAYAYAY I am acutally going!) Caitlyn and I are sharing a room again, as long as Touer's staying with us. He's taking her room and she has to stay with me. We shared a room before and it was fun, so this'll be fun too. Hopefully. And what's even better is that when I live there for college, I will get to see my sisters every day! Yay!

So now more about Europe. I actually get to go. It seems like it's mostly going to be in Italy, which is cool, but I was kind of hoping for it to be in Ireland or England. But oh well. Maybe next time.
Laura, Caitlyn and I decided that when we all have enough money, we're going on a trip to Ireland. That's not for a long time, though seeing as I don't make nearly enough money to go anywhere out of province for longer than a week.
That was designated our "Sister's trip." One of the many things we plan on doing as sisters. Tattoos, trips, and whatever else.

Heh heh heh....
I'm going to Europe.