Sunday, November 2, 2008, 3:01 p.m., M.T.~

Dear Journal~

Sage McDermott here.  Hope this finds you well; me, I am still pluggin' away.

I am now another year older.  Seventeen years old.  And my life still sucks, big time.

I didn't go to the Hallowe'en party I mentioned last time.  Had to stay home, help Uncle Fenton, Aunt Reba pass out treats for the neighborhood kids.  They were going to go to their church, but Aunt Reba fell, sprained her ankle; she's now hobblin' around on crutches and a walking castlike thingie on her foot.  Whereupon, they stayed home, too.

Aunt Reba fell over the jack-o-lantern; the cat was playing with it, and left it in her way.  Didn't see it until she was on top of it; by then it was too late.

WHAMMO!!

I spent a good chunk of that afternoon at the emergency room waiting area while the doctors tended to my aunt's injured foot.  Borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!!

I never was so glad to get out of there!!  By then, it was too late to even think of going to Rica's Hallowe'en bash; I was more concerned for my injured aunt.

Maybe I do have a heart somewhere.  Maybe being another year older has something to do with it, or seeing my aunt wince in pain whenever she tries to walk on her injured foot.

I still have to write to Kierra Adams.  Could have written to her already, but too busy helping Aunt Reba while she's incapacitated.  Maybe her Jesus is starting to rub himself off on me; I suddenly find myself being nicer to people, not so much into myself. 

I guess Jesus isn't a bad guy; I need to give Him a chance. 

I, however, am not ready to give up my makeup, my ways, just yet.  For one thing, I love my music, my books, my clothes.  I still love the goth thing; they've been a part of my life since I was about twelve years old; it's what I'm most comfortable with. 

Well, Uncle Fenton's calling me; he wants me to go with him to the store, to get some basic foodstuffs.  We're runnin' low on bread, butter, milk, cheese.  And we need cat food; poor PussKins is nearly out of her food!  Unless we want her to start chewin' on our legs, we'd best get her some food, so she can leave our legs alone!  LOL

Bye!

~Love, your friend, Sage.  :)

Wish I could vote on Tuesday; nope; I'm too young!  I'd vote for Obama.  He seems to have more on the ball, have more sense regarding our country's future!  The other guy's way too old to be President; he must be something like eighty years old!!

Bye again!~