Mental Maps of Childhood Memories

You had your eyes closed on the drive home tonight.

It was almost 12, and you were leaning against the truck door, listening to Sky Sailing on your iTouch, with your blue and black Paul Frank earbuds, when you realized that you had a perfect mental map of where you were.

Percentages of Illusions

I talk to myself every day.

Sometimes, murmuring snide comments under my breath. My sister always asks what I said, and I act surprised and say "Nothing,". She says it drives her insane, and wants me to stop. I say it's a free country.

But 80% of my talk-to-myself is different then what my sister thinks of it as. It's when I'm alone, when I'm in my room, when I'm trying to fall asleep.

Technically, I don't talk to myself then.

I talk to the figments of my imagination.

Take Me Up There with You

I woke up reluctantly to my mother shouting through the door this morning.

As per usual.

Then wrapped my blanket around me like a robe and shuffled out to the kitchen.

As per usual.

But then I sat down at the kitchen table, and my mother asked me why my father had been so annoyed with my sister last night.

Senior readers of this blog will already know the rocky relationship between my father and elder sister. For any new readers, lets just say it isn't pretty.

The Caged Bird who Swallows the Key

Well what do you know?

I'm back.

Only after... well, 7-ish months. Okay okay, I know that I fail at maintaining blogs. Or any habits, really. If I don't do it everyday, I don't do it at all.

However, somehow, My mother has decided to try and support my attempts at becoming a writer, and wants me to write a blog. I decided to just start updating this one.