Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Mai Ti's Blurty:

Wednesday, October 6th, 2004
4:52 pm	Van Lear Rose She was the belle of Johnson County Ohio river to Big Sandy A beauty to behold like a diamond in the coal All the miners they would gather 'round Talk about the man that came to town Right under their nose Stole the heart of the Van Lear Rose Gram bought Loretta Lynn's new album, Van Lear Rose, and I must say that it's awesome. Jack White did a great job producing it. It's so neat to listen to it and hear about places that Gram grew up around and where I visit during the summer months. Gram was born in Paintsville, Kentucky (Johnson County) which is right next to Butcher's Holler, where Loretta was born. Butcher'ss Holler...what an interesting and poor place. My great aunt Enola Mae lives in Butcher Holler on the edge of a hill. Go to her backyard, and you'll see her family graveyard. Keep going up the hill and you'll find more family cemeteries. It's interesting down there. How they do things down there is interesting. My gram's family is interesting. They are so old fashioned. I love it. I love the "old way". Now if I could just learn how to quilt. Speaking of Gram...She's getting old, you know. Pushing 80. I honestly don't know what I'll do when she goes. Who is going to help me quilt? Who do I make chocolate candies with? Who will constantly remind me, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Who am I going to garden with? Who will tell me that the only real music is anything produced by the Carter Family? Last night was a blast. Steve took Jamie and I out for my birthday. It was great hanging out with her. Steve is a perfect match for her. I'm so proud that she finally got rid of Cory after all these years. The even bigger birthday party will come this Saturday night. This afternoon I stopped up at L&P Candy Shoppe and order my cake. The woman is a genius when it comes to pasteries. Current Music: Loretta Lynn - Van Lear Rose (Comment on this)
Monday, October 4th, 2004
6:09 pm	I'm normal. Please date me. To sum it up ina song... I don’t think I like rejection of my little girl affections it’s not dope I’ve been crawling on the walls just hoping you will call while I’ve got hair and teeth It’s not that I don’t have a life Maybe it’s sad I’m sort of glad that I’m I’m normal please date me I won’t call you half as much as you call me I’m normal please date me I have only stalked a couple guys but they were not about surprises Don’t run away cause baby I’m your dream I have got a lot of hobbies some of which include phone calls that hang up Quick- click I was somewhat immature you won’t believe how getting dumped makes Girls grow up All girls that say they don’t obsess are full of shit and such a mess but I’m normal please date me I won’t call you half as much as you call me I’m normal please date me I have only stalked a couple guys but they were not about surprises Don’t run away cause baby I’m your... There is no restraining order that will separate our love that’s ever true Even if I can’t convince you my probation officer is kind of cute I’m normal please date me I won’t call you half as much as you call me I’m normal please date me I have only stalked a couple guys but they were not about surprises Don’t runaway cause baby I’m your dream Current Mood: crazy Current Music: Charlotte Martin - I'm Normal, Please Date Me (Comment on this)
6:02 pm	In Parentheses i'll get medieval on boy-bands i said is anybody listening the way life makes the nice girls fast i said is anybody listening it isn't just unlucky chance and i'm on solitary sand and i've had bullshit from a man but found exactly who i am i'll never be the vision of a girl who can write poetry i'll never be the little black dress we¹ve seen on natalie b. i'll never be 5'10", i'm barely 5'3" i'm on solitary sand but in parentheses I'm in a Charlotte Martin kind of mood for some reason today. Her fingers fumbling across the piano soothes my heart full of mixed emotions. Why I'm so conflicted with myself at this point in time I'll never know. The single life brings me joy, but also an ounce of heartache. I hear from so many people that they think I'm weird, because I'm enjoying myself. They find it odd that I like being alone. I've always been a loner, though. That's what us only children do. So do I want a significant other in my life? Of course, but I'm not going to settle this time. I'm not to play games. This is what I want, and if you can't offer it, then move along please. Why waste someone's time? If you can't fit the description of what I'd like, then I'm sorry! There's no need to try and change yourself over it. Some males say I'm too demanding. I'm not, honestly. I just don't like to jump around like a strategic game of checkers. Today was my great-great aunt's funeral. Talk about severely annoyed. Her church is an extremely small congrigation, and you would think that the preacher would know more about her, but he didn't. The one place she had been attending for more years than I have fingers...they don't know anything about her? For 45 minutes I listened to a man sit and threaten us about being saved and walking on the fiery waters of Hell. I wanted to listen to that man talk about my aunt Dorothy along with all of the great things she did in her life. I wanted to hear funny moments, jokes, and how her smile could fill a room. Unfortunately, that never happened. It was more of a commercial for our family to join his church. I'll stick with praying in my room. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow is 21. Time to smile pretty for a new license photograph. My parents actually got me a gift which I can't believe. They didn't have to do that especially with the money they're shelling out for college. My mother bought me a pair of new balance tennis shoes, the "breast cancer awareness" ones where they donate money to breast cancer research. From my father I received a new golf chain with a pendant that says "21". How adorable! And I finally took off my silver necklace with my promise ring on it. Good riddance, Jeffrey! Current Mood: indescribable Current Music: Charlotte Martin - In Parentheses (Comment on this)
Friday, October 1st, 2004
11:52 am	I dispise October I can't believe it's already October 1st. It's amazing. Where did the time go? Tuesday is my birthday. I'll be 21. 21! I can't believe it. It's like we all sat around and counted down the months that it would come. And now that it's here, I don't know what to do with myself. In a way, it's sort of depressing. Where did my childhood go? The one thing I hate most about October is that it took away my best friend, Mandy. This Halloween it will be two years since her passing. I still don't celebrate Halloween and doubt that I ever will. Mr. and Mrs. Kruder finally got her tombstone up which is nice. I have a place to go now. A nice big piece of rock to stare at. *sighs* I just need strength right now. I'm finally accepting the fact that she's gone...after 2 years! But I still refuse to go to Bowling Green's campus or celebrate Halloween. Call me weird. Call me Ti. Call me whatever. I just miss my dear Mandy so much. Current Mood: sad Current Music: Dashboard Confessional - "For Justin" (Comment on this)
8:09 am	Passing On... Last night my mother informed me that my great great aunt Dorothy passed away from a long terrible fight with cancer. What's even more sad is that I did not know the woman well nor her family. She would be my father's aunt, and that's who I'm praying for now. He's heartbroken even though he doesn't show it. I can see it in his eyes. My father's family is slowly dwindeling. His mother passed when he was 9 and his father when I was barely 3. He grew up with nothing. Luckily, his aunts, great aunts and uncles, and grandparents took him in whenever they could. Funerals are rough on him. But somehow I always manage to be the strong one, standing behind him, and squeezing his hand. I hate funerals. I'm starting to think that I no longer want one when I pass. The last thing I want is for my future children standing for hours shaking people's hands that they didn't even know. Listening to strangers tell them how they knew me. Wondering why strangers never visited me until my passing. I don't see how attending a funeral is "showing respect" when it really is keeping your relationship alive while they're here on this earth. My mother and father have their funerals already planned out. They don't want me to have to deal with anything. Unfortunately, when I was younger I went through a long paper process of signing my name to make sure that my half brother, Mike, never receives anything after my parents passing. Dad always said he didn't want Mike coming in and taking anything and everything he could. Money is all the boy thinks about. And that is what ruined our already bad relationship--Mike finding out that he gets nothing in the will. Trust me, there's more than you'd think. But what am I to do or say? This house holds nothing to his value except money. There are no sentimental items that would remind him of Dad. He never grew up here. He never attempted to keep his relationship healthy with his own father. How is that my fault? The blame should not be taken out on me. If he has a problem, he should discuss it with my father. I didn't tell them I didn't want Mike to get anything. This was started well before I was able to scribble my John Hancock. This is probably the worst thing about death...the distribution of your belongings. My gram Z's will be the hardest. It's going to be a battle between 5 children. Not so much a battle, but my mother has one brother who is nothing but greedy. He's going to make this time as difficult as he can. Death...is it truely beautiful? Or is it nothing but a terrible mess? Current Mood: blah (3 Comments |Comment on this)