Joseph

   This guy had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the right time. He knew exactly when to upset you the most and he enjoyed every second of it as if it were sporting fun. Black hair hung down like a shaggy dog, covering most of his squinted eyes. It smelled like a thousand burning birds when he put hot iron to it and even worse was how metro-sexual he looked after his "styling" technique. The scary part was that he played the whole gay-guy act pretty well.
His iris' were a plain, dull brown that blended in with his pupils and made his eyes look like vacant buttons. The smile he wore every day around friends, hardly family, was one that agitated you to your highest peak. A perfectly white, big smile that had an eerie essence behind it along with chills that haunted you for days when he cackled. His long and angled fingers looked like the dead men's fingers you see in witch movies when they make some potion. Its an odd thought but this guy gave me a lot of odd thoughts and feelings. The way his chest caved in the middle of his breasts and the creepy way you could see his ribs when his shirt was off which was a lot when I knew him. I didn't like the way he looked like a hairy brown spider when his pants were off either.
This boy never gave anyone the time of day. If he didn't know you he didn't care, unless you were someone he needed or of authority then he was really respectful. He wasn't at all the smartest kid in school much less the class, in fact he was the kid in the corner making all the lame jokes no one cared to get. Friends weren't his strong point and that was probably because of how biased he was towards everything! especially religion. Anything to do with technology and games he was a wiz at.
Even though at the time he was the oldest saxophone player in our high school band, he completely sucked at anything a tad bit advanced and sounded more inexperienced than any freshman.
I never heard a single complaint from him and he was always looking at the positive side of things if not the grotesque side. That was until his father died at the age of 50 right before him and his family. It was a week before Christmas and the heart attack was unexpected. We went downhill from there and he was never the same again. Even though I haven't spoken to him in years and hardly does he cross my mind, I won't ever forget the boy who took my virginity and whom first had my heart.

The small town of Montgomery.

This town is like a bad deed you have already paid severely for and you're just looking for any way to forget about it. It never lets a part of you go and deep inside you let it cling to you and fester inside you. You realize that you're trying to find ways to go back and see how far down the toilet the place has gone since you've moved on with your life. I moved to Montgomery in June 2005 and moved away in June 2011.
I was just hitting puberty when I was introduced to the town of Montgomery and I still believed in boy cooties(with exception of the cute boys). I honestly think that at this time in my life I was very vulnerable to the outside world; i was the new kid in town with the newly single mother and I was just discovering my womanhood.
In the beginning I was a young girl loving the idea of having a house full of girls off of a lake. By the end of my junior year half of my friends had spent at least one night in jail, all of us loved the heavy drugs, my grades were slowly slipping and I started seeing less of school and more of the inside of my garage being smogged out. I don't regret any of the choices I made then because they were my own and nobody could have forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. I agreed completely with every path I took and i'm okay with that because it all led me here where I am today. Now I know better and more of what I want from myself. No one and no town will take that away from me ever.

We are young.

Ever wonder why old people really hate teenagers? I love being young and I know I will miss it ever so much when my age comes but until then I will act every little bit of my age as I want.
Lets look at the possibilites:
-Throwing huge ass parties while parents are gone for the weekend.
-Sneaking out the window and taking the car out.
-Staying up past 2am to finish a project due tomorrow.
-Having study group and studying nothing.
-Never having enough shoes.
-Leaving the bathroom a wreck.
-Tornado bedrooms.
-99% of life is on facebook.
-Making faces behind your boss' back.
-Having a new boyfriend every month.
-Changing your mind every day.
-Taking hours to coordinate your outfit for a casual day.
-Making new year resolution and NOT keeping them.
-Counting coins...even pennies.
-Spending your paycheck all in one place.
-Falling in love too fast.
-Gas is always on E.
-Watching cartoons and disney movies.
-Texting every minute of the day.
-Knowing all the popular radio stations.
-Dreaming one day you'll be rich enough to buy the world.
-Every day there is a problem with the boyfriend/girlfriend.
-No such thing as ever having enough fun.

The begining of every cycle.

Its that "once a month" saying, the ending of every sentence and the start of "what a woman is really capable" of feeling; its your menstrual cycle. I begin to plan out the next few days as if i'm going on a road trip, making sure that I have enough supply of tampons and enough time in between WHATEVER I am doing to take a break and use the facilities. (I've realized school has taught me a few words known yet forgotten and hardly used like facilities and menstrual cycle.)
I started my period yesterday. (Thank you, captain obvious.) Have you ever known you were about to start your period and tried to prepare yourself for it? Or even the people around you! Yea, that was me. I break out a few days before I start and my bowel movements are disturbing...(I have Crohns disease, i'll explain in another blog.) And of course the big one!: I start my obsession with anything sweet. You crave it at three in the morning, right after lunch and all through dinner. So when my little sister caught me stuffing my face with chocolate and noticed me scrubbing my face every hour she called me out in the middle of me making a point. I was just getting to the good part of my speech as an older sister to a youngen when she interrupted with, "You're just being a bitch because you're on your period." Don't we love those words put together? Bitch and period. FUCK YEA I'M GONNA BE IN A BITCHY MOOD, MY VAGINA HAS EXCESSIVE BLEEDING FOR THE NEXT 5 DAYS!
Thank you mother nature for making every woman beautiful and her vagina immortal.