Memory or Dream

recent, short, inside joke memory <3

"but i'm cute!"

says it all...

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 7:38 PM 3 comments

Strange 5th Grade Teacher

Back in fifth grade, my teacher took a day to explain to us about manners and life and all that other junk. It all started with how she wanted us to say good-bye to her before we left for our buses, and then she just got into it and went on about other manners that mattered, and she started talking about our futures and how manners will affect them, and she went on and on. She talked about dating- in fifth grade!- and how she thought it was crazy for fifth graders to be like that (go her!) because they are so young. She said a lot of things about respect and love and friendship and...just the things that would be really cool if teachers actually taught that stuff. I think I'm the way I am partly because of her (partly, key word) because she had said "Stay a kid as long as you can, you only get to be one once". And that's basically the philosophy I try to live up to. I'm not saying I would've been really different if she hadn't said something, but i think that helped. It was, although crazy and random, probably the best day of school, teaching wise, that I've ever had.

This memory probably doesn't seem important to anybody here, but it's something I'm never going to forget.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 6:29 AM 2 comments

meeting jay ♥

Now, everyone knows the story of how Jay and I met, because I’ve told it so many times, although I don't remember any of how we met. I just say what jay has said. But I have made up a picture in my mind of what happened, so even though it's going to be different from what actually happened, this is how I imagine it every time I try to remember how we met...

It was one day after science, in the fall, and I came out of class as usual, trying to get to Dr. B's class. As I walked out of the doors of the science building, I am stopped by this random boy, who I’ve never seen before. He goes, "hey, I think you're interesting." pause. "I’m jay". Slowly I wake up enough to say, "oh, hi. I’m Andrea.” I walk away, sort of, thinking that’s the end of the conversation, and then he catches up with me, and is like, “So, what class are you going to?” and I say, “History” and he says “With who?” and I say, “Dr. B” and he’s like “Oh, I had him last year” (and I realize that this Jay kid-who’s name I had forgotten by then- was a sophomore (a year ahead of me). We then walk into Building two, and I ask him where he’s going, and he says “Math.” And I’m thinking to myself…then why are you coming into building two. And as if he read my mind, he responds, “I’m just going to go through these doors” and points to the side doors of building 2. I say, “Okay bye” and he leaves and I go to class. I assumed this would probably be the last time I ever saw him.

A lot of this I just sort of added to jay’s story just cause? Haha. And that’s how I imagine it would’ve happened.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 10:59 PM 3 comments

Getting Gambino

It was three days before Christmas, and Jonny was out of town, as usual. We were having this big party at our house, opening presents from relatives that we never see, pretending that we love whatever they get us. Then we had food, and all that. Jonny had said he'd be back for the party, and Mommy even started to look a little worried. Well, near the end he came, and with a box. You can probably guess what was in that box. He had already named the small maltese puppy Gambino, after some Sopranos thing. I swear that was the happiest moment of my life. Or close enough. I took Gambino with me everywhere- he fit into this one coat pocket i had that like zipped open in the middle on top of the pocket or something (i don't know how to explain it). Alli got really jealous of how much time I spent with the new puppy. Out of my family Gambino loved me the most, and it made everyone else a little upset. Especially Finly, when we finally got him. I think I showed more love and affection (and maybe even had more) to Gambino than I do to my that boy. Not saying I don't love Jay, but boy did I (and still do I) love Gambino. I miss him more than anything in the whole wide world. I wonder if he still knows who I am...

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 4:43 PM 2 comments

Trouble with the Police

This was another time I got in trouble, except this time it was worse. I was about 5 or 6 maybe? I can't remember, but I know I was still living at my Pappy's house. There was this girl across the street; she was younger than me by like a year or two? Anyways, Allison and I were at Alex's house (this is a girl Alex; there are like a gazillion Alex's where I used to live). We were playing truth or dare, and I, as always couldn't come up with one for Alli, so Alex gave me the idea to tell her to call the police. I didn't, for some stupid reason, see anything wrong with it, being like 6 at the time, and so Alli had to call the police, with no good reason for calling. Well, she called them and then when they said hello, she like ran to the other side of the room because she got scared or something. And soon we were all yelling for someone to hang up the phone. Well, we finally did, but then the police came to Alex's house, thinking something was very wrong, and obviously it wasn't. We got in big trouble. Well, not by the police; they just told us never to do it again. But our parents were furious. Alli and I weren't allowed over Alex's for a while, and we had to write these long things (you know, how you write repeatedly on a chalkboard and apparently that works?), and it was really horrible. I mean, I could vouch for myself and say I was too young to know what I was doing, but I wasn't really- I just didn't think about the dangers.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 10:26 PM 1 comments

So maybe I did swear

This is a really horrible memory. I got in big trouble.

It was first grade, on our way to computer class or some class where we went to the computer lab. I don't exactly remember, but we were standing in our double lines, waiting for the other class to exit the room for us to go inside. While we were waiting, there were a couple of people who started stepping on eachother's feet, just for fun, and one of the kids stepped on mine, so I stepped on his, really hard and obviously I was the one to get yelled at. Then when we were in class, we were playing some sort of game of some sort, probably to help us learn (or at least I would assume so) and this one kid named Alex was beating me, so I called him a bad word (the one that starts with a b and means a female doggy). I got this from my step dad, who always yelled at his video games when he was losing. Obviously I got in big trouble. I got a note attached to my big yellow coat telling my mom about my "behavior problems". It was a horrifying experience.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 4:23 PM 2 comments

Snake...or stick...same thing

We were down in Florida, when I was about 7 and 1/2. The park/thing we were going to go to that day didn't open until like, the afternoon or something, and so instead of driving all the way back to Kristy's house, we saw a small pathway by the place we wanted to be at. It was this small passageway thing, made of wooden planks that just rested on the ground of this forest there. We walked through the forest on these wooden things, and pointed out some animals we came across. Alli found a snakeskin- a long one- and she kept it. (We actually kept it until we moved, in 6th grade). But anyways, we kept walking, I was in the lead. I saw this pretty long stick in the middle of the pathway, and talk a big step over it, and then continue walking. Allison starts screaming. I'm assuming you can guess the rest. The "stick" was a snake, and a poisonous one at that. My mom tried to calm Alli down, not very successfully, while trying to move the snake out of the way. It turns out the snake just leaves on its own, and we finished our little nature walk.

Now, the parts of the story my mom confirms are when we found the snake skin, when I thought the snake was a stick, when Alli was screaming her head off, and how she tried to move it. She claims we actually went to a place for a nature walk, not that it was a spontanious backup plan. And she also says that we weren't on some small, wooden pathway, but some dirt opening type trail path thing. She's probably right, since she's older, but I could've sworn on my life that my version was/is right.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 6:28 PM 2 comments

Definitely a Dream

I remember every detail, so vividly, that there's no way it could be fake. But it was.

Alli and I were having a lot of problems dealing with eachother around the age of 6. Our mom decided to split us up. At least for a week or so. I would go to our stepdad's mom's house, and Alli would stay with Mommy. When we were about to seperate, my mom took a photo of each of us, and gave us the picture of the other. I remember sitting on the chair getting my picture taken. I remember holding a teddy bear. I remember smiling and I remember crying when Alli left. I remember that one day only, even though we said it was going to be a week. To me, this was an actual memory for many years, until Alli and I were having horrible fights again. I suggested for us to seperate again, like we did before. Mommy said that we've never split. Ever. So the story is obviously false. But then why do I remember it so well?

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 5:36 PM 2 comments

Earliest Memory

When I was three years old, I fell out of the top bunk of our new bunk beds, and into the open toy chest below. Alli can't remember, but she was on the top bunk with me, saying "Look over the edge!" and that's why I fell in the first place. By the time my mom got there, I had rolled out of the toy chest and onto the floor, and therefore she never knew I fell into it. This is my earliest memory. I remember this so vividly that I tell the story with me falling into that horrible thing, but my mom doesn't tell the same story, so sometimes I wonder if that's really what happened. Sometimes I think I could be making it up so that my story could be worse? But I am ,like, 99.99% positive that's what happened.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 6:25 AM 0 comments

Sometimes

Sometimes I remember things from my past that I haven't thought about for a long time, and sometimes I wonder if those events actually occurred, or if I was making up some memories. This is just a blog to post some wonderful, and some terrible, things that I remember, however, some of the memories could just be make-believe. I honestly could care less if anyone read this. I'm doing this for myself.

posted by Lexi Elizabeth @ 4:54 PM 0 comments