Somedays writing this blog isn't near as interesting as writing on my Cynical People forum. At least it amuses me rather than depresses me. It's weirder than this blog. ;) Cynical people capable of thinking for themselves and having intelligent opinions. Lol, anything goes there. Kinda my unique view of life and my lunatic logic.
One good thing about living in MN after the marriage was that my sister and I got separate bedrooms. It took me about two weeks to figure out how things were going to work and I was liking MN a lot more.
The routine was pretty simple. Party at the bar Wed, Fri, Sat and Sun. Get drunk at home on Mon, Tue and Thur. Funny but my stepfather made my mother cook every night. She wasn't that great a cook so a lot of it still fell to me. To be fair that was mostly after she got a job. Had to support that beer habit don'tcha know.
After two weeks I could come and go with out worrying about it. So I pretty much got to run wild after they went to bed or before they came home. It worked for awhile but eventually my sister, the brat, told my mother on me.
After that we had a babysitter twice. The second time, when they came home, the baby sitter was sleeping and I was watching TV. Lol, that was the end of the baby sitter era. My stepfather wasn't going to spend his precious beer money on letting me watch the baby sitter sleep.
I think what with out a doubt this was the most boring place I ever lived. There really was nothing to do. I don't even remember and of the bars from the area. I do from everywhere else. I suspect, now, that my stepfather was on good behaviour while we lived there. As I said, very strict Catholics.
Boring town, boring people, boring, predictable life. So I shoplifted for the fun of it. Not even stuff I wanted or needed. Just did it to see if I could do it. Then I discovered I could steal from my mother and stepfather very easily. Drunks never miss a couple of bucks here or there the next day. Maybe ten bucks but not one or two. Now days I doubt they miss ten and probably twenty. I know I'd have missed fifty for sure when I was a drunk.
School sucked too because I was back to being ahead of everyone. Some days I think the worst curse you can be born with is a high IQ. It creates a certain group of assumptions, particularly in teachers, that, in my case, were wrong. Yeah, I know, I don't write like I'm intelligent. So what? Can you read it and understand it? Good, so can everyone else.
Even writing this is boring today. I'm probably boring to but I don't care. Then again, if you're reading this what kid of life do you have.
