The Secret Life of an American Teenager

Thursday, 26 February 2009

Monday, 23 February 2009

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    Because of You
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    Ello :)
    So, I haven't been on in a while, and I've been meaning to add a new post. My last one was about my parent's divorce, and what I remember about it. So, I'm going to start this one off by what happened when my Mom got re-married.

    It was only about 2 or 3 months after the divorce from my Dad was final. She met a man, that we'll call Fred, at work. He proposed to her, and she accepted. They both had been married before, so they skipped the whole big wedding thing and got married in a chapel with my grandparents and one of my aunts there. Again, I was just 2 and my older brother was just turning 5. I don't remember much of my early life with Fred. I remember moving around a lot, but not really much of what went on. Everything is kind of blurry until about first grade.

    We moved, a lot. We had lived in Batavia. We lived in Milford. We moved to Oklahoma and then Kentucky. I don't remember much of anything bad when we lived in Batavia or Milford (both in Ohio). I just remember he was kind of dickish and mean to my brother and I. I never thought he was nice. We were always getting in trouble. I started really remember things, though, when we moved to Edmond, Oklahoma. We supposedly moved for his job... I think he was trying to shut my dad out of our lives. My dad followed us everywhere we lived. We were his kids and he wanted to be close to us. When Fred moved us to Oklahoma, my dad followed as usual. He went into the military and was stationed at Fort Sill. I was only in first grade when we moved to Oklahoma. He was starting to get really mean. My brother and I got back from our first day of school, and Fred took us in the back yard to our pool. There was a cup sitting by the edge of it. He told my brother (we'll call Shaggy) to go to the cup and pick it up... he had a surprise for him. Well, it turns out the surprise was a trangula that he had found in the pool filter. It was still alive, and by this time extremely pissed off. It chased my brother around the pool two times. Man, those things are FAST. I, however, ran inside. I thought it was scary and so did Shaggy. Fred found it hilarious.

    When Fred figured my dad was stuck at Fort Sill, which he was for four years, he moved us in with his parents in Nicholasville. I was starting third grade, and we only lived there for the summer. I liked his parents. They were mean sometimes, but in the 'we are looking out for you' kind of way. We looked for a house and finally found one. We moved in and I started 3rd grade. That's when everything got really bad. Fred started hitting Shaggy and I. We got in trouble for basically everything. Shaggy got it worse off first. Fred was always following us, and "spanking us" because we did something "bad". Apparently we needed to be disciplined. I think the people at school started noticing something was happening at home. One day, social workers came in to school and asked to talk to Shaggy and me. I told them what was going on, and how Fred hit us. Shaggy lied and said that didn't happen. We argued, and I think the social workers weren't sure. Either way, they couldn't ignore a child's claim to being abused. We got home from school, and soon after the police and social workers arrived. Fred was furious. He told my mom (we'll call her Betty from now on), Shaggy and I that if any of us said anything that we'd be in BIG trouble when they left and it would hurt. He told me I was already in trouble. Shaggy told on me. The police came in and so did the social workers. Once police officer and two social workers were assigned to me. Once police officer and two social workers were assigned to Shaggy. So on and so forth. They took us all to seperate rooms. I was in my room, Shaggy in his, Betty in their room, and Fred in the living room. We had 3 little brothers living with us. I'm not sure where they were or what they did while we were all talking. I told the police and two social workers that I lied when we talked in the school. I don't know why I didn't tell the truth. I was scared, I guess. Shaggy and of course Fred lied. I don't know what my Mom said. I know that I got a huge beating though. Fred chased me through the house. I ran down stairs trying to escape is belt. I tripped and fell to the bottom. Eventually, he caught up and I gave in. I was tired of running and hiding. I let myself get hit, because I deserved it. I had done something bad. There was no excuse for me telling people he hit me. Of course I did things to deserve the punishments I got. Well, that's what I thought. Sometimes, when I'm sitting there drowning in memories and feeling the pain all over again, I know I did something wrong. Maybe I was just a bad kid. In the middle of fourth grade, I became homeschooled. I didn't want to get up and go to school anymore. I wasn't like other kids. I was bad. Fred thought I needed to be taught like a Christian. I needed to be homeschooled and everything I learned needed to be in the perspective of God and Jesus. My mom taught me. I wasn't very good at doing my work when I was supposed to. This got me in trouble too. My mom flew off the handle sometimes and yelled, but not very often. She had 3 other kids to take care of and she used all the help she could get.

    Since Fred was the type of man that believes in "women's work" (cleaning the house, having dinner on the table when he gets home from works, doing his every command, and taking care of the kids), I was the only one around to help Betty with things. Needless to say, I didn't do much school work, but I still passed fourth grade with flying colors! At the end of the year, we moved to a different part of Kentucky. This is where I'm going to have to leave off. The next entry will be harder and more hurtfull to write than this one. Actually, this one took me 3 hours to write. I always think of the pain, and it makes it hard for me to face reality. The next entry, things get more involved. Not more involved with the police, but more involved at home AND school.

    If you read my blog, thank you. Because this helps me get my feelings out. I've never admitted any of this to anyone except my boyfriend (now fiance). It is hard for me to admit everything, but I know I need to. The memories, feelings, etc., those will never go away. I'll always have to live with them. But at least I have a place to write them down.

    Casper

Friday, 13 February 2009

Thursday, 12 February 2009

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    Spiderwebs
    By No Doubt
    Spiderwebs
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    So, today I'm going to skip the little piece about my past. It's harder talking about things that hurt you than you realize. So, instead... I'm going to say what's been bugging me.

    Fake friends.
    Losing friends.
    Growing apart from friends.
    And
    Liers

    Like I've said in an earlier post, I make friends easily. Maybe not the best ones, but I eventually get it right... and then I move. I know everybody has come across all the situations above, and it sucks. So we will start with fake friends first.

    I, as I assume all of you have too, encounter too many people too good to be true. And, I'm usually right. I can not stand fake people. Not at all. I can't stand people that lie either. I'll give you examples, and as a policy on my blogs: real names will not be used.
    Definition of fake friend: Someone who
    only acts as your friend when they require a service from you.
    Someone who uses you.
    Someone who talks to you to damage you social life.
    Someone who talks to you even though they don't like you.
    Someone who can be very jealous and insecure.
    Someone who talks about you behind your back without regrets.
    I know that everyone has come across someone like that. And quite frankly, it is annoying. I've had to many "friends" to know to trust someone when you first meet them. Why do people make fake friends? Because they can't stand seeing the person they hate succeed. WHY can't you go along with your business. Instead of deciding to hate someone because you think they are prettier than you, or skinnier than you, bubblier, more outgoing, or the guy you like likes her... maybe you should get to know her. Don't pretend to be her friend, but actually be interested in being her friend. You might be surprised at how much you actually like her and how much less drama you come across.

    Second, we'll talk about people that lie. This is a subject that really gets me. What is the point in lying? You will eventually be exposed. You will eventually be caught, and even if it takes some time... is it worth it? Is it worth the guilt? Is it worth knowing you misled, broke the trust of, and hurt so many people and friends? I don't think so. I'd like to share some lies of... you could say a compulsive lier. In this case, we will call her.... let's say Tanz. No, it's not her real name, and not even close to it. She is the fiance of my boyfriends brother. Now, when we met her these are the things she told us:
    ♥She is a model (for magazines)
    ♥She has a volleyball scholarship
    ♥She has been to every state and every country except some place I've never heard of.
    ♥She has a brain tumor that will kill her in 2 years
    ♥She is an actor
    Now, this is not all the lies, but I'm only giving in a few. Now to expose her lies:
    ♥Her modeling agency is exploretalent.com [This is not a modeling agency. This is a website for people who can't go to modeling agencies, play auditions, music auditions, etc. because they will not be casted! She also claimed that she does her modeling in California, but hasn't been going. I am a model, and I know from experience that if you do not show, then they drop you as a model. Another reason I know she is lying is because she is BIG. Very big. The magazines and people she claims to model for do not shoot plus size models, like most magazines don't. She should really look into this kind of thing if she's going to lie about it!]
    ♥She goes to a community college [Meaning, her volleyball scholarship is nonexistent. You can not get a sports scholarship to a community college, for one. For two, you can tell a volleyball player by looking at one- and she is way to big, way to unfit, way to un-muscular, smokes, and drinks. She does not play volleyball. She couldn't even if she tried.]
    ♥You are not welcome in some countries if you are from America [Hence, she has NOT been to every country but one. And I'm sure as hell she hasn't been to every state. For one, she has no money. For two, she would have pictures. She has absolutely NO pictures of ANY of these trips that she claims she has taken. This girl is 21, and I know she knows how to use a camera. Trust me, I've seen the pictures she takes.... they are all of her. And you know the pose that teens do where they push their lips out? This is the only pose she does in ANY of her pictures. So, yes readers... she can use a camera. I'd also like to point out that if she were a model, she would not pose in that way and she should grow up and act like an adult.. she is 21 now... not 16.]
    ♥She only goes to the doctor once a month, according to her, and she smokes and drinks [This only proves that she has no brain tumor that will kill her in 2 years. If the tumor were THAT serious, she'd go to the doctor MORE than once a month, she would have PROOF (which she doesn't) that she has a brain tumor, she would take medicine (which she doesn't), and she wouldn't be able to smoke or drink because that would make it WORSE.]
     ♥Same thing as when exposing her modeling lie. [If she were an actor, we would have seen her in something, she wouldn't be living in an apartment with a room mate, she would have no time to go out and party like she does, she would have no time on her hands period because of all the other stuff she "does", she would be skinnier and prettier...]
    Now, if anybody takes offense to this post, my apologies... because I'm only exposing one person: Tanz. If none of you see the lies and how they are lies and how they conflict with each other, I'm sorry and maybe you should analyze it in your own head and read through this one more time. I hate liers, and I can tell who is a lier from the first conversation. You don't have to lie to impress people. Let people like/love you for who you are... not who you wish you were and pretend to be. You are definitely disrespecting yourself when you act like this. Not to mention hurting the people you 'care about' (which if you really cared about them, you wouldn't lie) and also breaking the trust with everyone you know. GROW UP!

    Next, we will discover the heartbreak of losing friends. Why do we usually lose friends? Jealousy, ignorance, change, and importance to be on top. I've lost several friends to the fact that they lie, someone else lied, they were jealous, and they felt the need to look down on everybody... because God help us all if they aren't perfect and better than everyone else. This is what really gets me... losing a friend. I've lost a good handful of great friends. It's not fun. I wish I could just go to them and be like "Hey, so what is keeping us from not being friends?" But, I already know the answer to that question. Rumors from insecure, bored girls. They need to grow up as well. I would love to be friends with people again. Another reason I've lost friends is because I move so much. I eventually loose contact. If I meet them later in life, they've changed. They change to keep themselves up to standard of people who constantly criticize others for not being just like them. This makes me mad. Allow people to be who they are. Nobody needs anybody's approval. Especially teenage girls. They do not need approval from other teenage girls. When are they going to learn? I hate losing friends. It's painful and heartbreaking. If I could be friends with everyone I lost as one... I think I'd be much happier with things. Unfortunately, this can't and won't happen.

    Next is growing apart from friends. This usually happens in a result to trying to better ourselves so the world will accept us. No, it's not necessary, but the people of this world have made it this way. I guess you could say, I don't really like the outcome of the human race. What has everybody become? I'm really not sure. Are you? Because if I'm correct, we should help each other. Not knock each other down. I can not stand what the world and the things (yes, things meaning people) inhabiting the world have become. It's plain out UGLY.

    Has anyone ever felt that way, or is it just me? If you agree, I applause because that means there are some decent people in the world still. If you don't, I hope you find the beauty in this ugliness... because I sure can't.


    Casper


Wednesday, 11 February 2009

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    The Best Damn Thing w/Poster
    Keep Holding On
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    Hello everyone! So, I realize that after posting my last blog it is time to start with the things I can only seem to admit to in a blog-o-sphere!
    I'll take you back to 1995. Not the most tragic part of my life, but I like to think of it as the beginning of my past. At two years old, my mother and father divorced. I remember bits and pieces of my life in that year. That's pretty amazing since I was only just 2. It has had a great impact on my life as well.
    I remember them fighting. I remember eating moldy bread and my father saying it was okay because they made medicine from mold. I remember moving from disgusting trailer park to trailer park (not meaning any offense to people that live in trailer parks... my point is that they were disgusting ones and not a great place for a family with two kids, one 2 and one 4 1/2 to be.) I remember having roaches crawl out of the toaster when trying to make toast. I remember not having any money because my father thought spending it all on softball games and arcades was more important.
    You say, "Aw, that's not so bad." Well, when you are two years old and you remember those things it is THAT bad. It's also worse that you know more stuff went on, but you just can't recall it.
    I remember when my mom, my brother, and I moved out. We were driving past our old house, which my dad still lived in. As we got up the road, we realized he was piling boxes in his truck. We asked my mom to pull over, and she did so while dreading the outcome. She dropped us off, regardless of whether my dad could watch us then or not. As we stormed through the house to find him, we noticed everything was packed.
    He was moving.
    We helped pack the boxes and load them in the truck. By the end of the day, it was ready to go. My mom came back and we left. We really didn't have much 'dad time'.

    Of course, I don't only remember bad memories. There were a few good ones on my mind. Like the house we lived in. We finally got out of trailer parks, and we moved into a 'not so fancy but good enough' brick house. We liked it okay. It was right by the woods, and a local wildlife park. They had a walking trail that my mom, dad, brother and I walked regularly. That is when things seemed okay. No arguing or the sort that I can recall while we walked. It was peaceful and fun. All of us together.
    That, unfortunately is the only memory that I can recall which is good at my age of two. I know there were other ones, from photos and stories.

    We went on train rides and my brother and I got a picture with the conductor. We went to parks and played. We fished and swam and laughed and played. There is multiple times I can remember playing on playgrounds with my brother. We used to be close. I can also remember wearing this same jacket everywhere I went. It was very light, a spring jacket. It was purple and pink. I loved it.

    Those are things that seem to comfort me when I remember the bad things that I witnessed. Anybody who's parents got divorced, knows what I'm talking about. The pain it causes from being away from every one. The guilt it builds up. Everything.
    You wonder how long it takes for someone to get over a divorce? Put it this way: It's 2009 and I'm still not over the feeling, the pain, the guilt. I'm not close to being over it.

    I think every person who even thinks about going through a divorce when kids are involved should think again. That is unless you are a victim of domestic violence... then please get you and your kids the hell out of there.
    Nobody sits there and thinks the pain it might cause their kids. A lot of those kids, like myself, never let on to that emotion. They never give any hint. It's an awful feeling I might add. Ever heard the song "Cleaning' Out My Closet" by Eminem? Listen to it. Specifically look for the part where he says "I look at Hailey and I couldn't picture leavin her side. Even if I hated Kim I'd grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her, at least for Hailey's sake." That's what every body should consider in a divorce. Not the fact that your marriage might not be the best one you could have had, but that your child will be emotionally scared. Think of your child. If you try, and I mean really, really try; like marriage counseling, etc. and it just doesn't work, then you should leave. But only after you and your spouse have decided there is no other option.

    Keep watching for my next post. If you wish to stop here, you can. It doesn't seem like much , this post. But I can guarantee, this is the nicest post you'll happen across in this blog.



    Now, I am going to continue this post, but only with today's events. They happen to be a little more cheerful in the event it doesn't involve my past. Although, it's not been the best day.

    I don't have much to write about today, except for a question.
    Today was pretty much normal, except that the storm originating in Oklahoma (a former state I lived in) surfaced in my current state today with winds of 60 mph. and heavy rains. I woke up, ate my breakfast (which only consisted of Hot Chocolate, so I guess I should say I drank my breakfast), and logged into my email. I log into my email everyday. Not because I get tons of e-mails from scammers and people hoping to hack into your email/computer that I love to read, but because I get tons of e-mails from my boyfriend that I really do love to read. The conversation was good, and we were both happy.
    It changed when he asked if I'd ever watch porn with him.
    So, my question is: Why did he ask and why am I not good enough for him? He has to have extra help from an enhanced porn star that probably has tons of std's (no offense to people in the adult video industry... just not my style :])?

    If you have an answer, feel free to tell me... other wise:
    Good night and read tomorrow's post.

    Casper

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

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    Fickle
    By Peter Manus
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    First Impressions Count...

    So I never fully introduced myself, and as my title says: first impressions DO count. So excuse my manners as my first post had to be quick. I go by Casper on the web. Nothing more, nothing less. I've had a lot happen in my life, and therefor my blog will be filled with some exciting but most unforgettable and not very pleasant events. As my life continues to get a little better from the past each day, it also continues to disappoint me from not being far enough away from the past. I've noticed that everything can change in the matter of 5 minutes. I've started to realize a lot of things, but then again I've been saying that since I was about 12 years old. One of the things I've recently realized and am still trying to grasp is that nobody can go back and change the past, but anybody can start today and make a new future. It is hard for me to let go of my past, because it is always in my head. Nothing will ever change that.

    I always seem to have a lot on my mind. I can't promise you the most interesting blog posts, and  I can't promise you all of them will be exciting and that you'll want to read my every post. What I can promise you is a most truthful blog. Day to day I write new things... new events happen and new ideas form. This blog is simply a way of releasing emotions that I've never been able to before.

    The only person I've ever told my life to is my boyfriend. Thank God I have him. :) He's been there for me from day 1, every step of the way. I could not even begin to imagine my life with out him. He's extremely important to me and I love him very much. I was lucky enough to find him early on in my life. Love is something that everybody should have. If you haven't found it yet, put it on your bucket list (preferably within the top 5). A lot of people are not fortunate enough to find it early, and a lot of people are even less fortunate when they have found their marriage turns sour and it's marriage no more. Love is amazing, and it surprises you. I'm happy to report that the surprises don't stop either. If you are looking for love, then I suggest you stop. It's so much easier when you stop thinking about it. It will find you, and it seems to happen faster and easier if you just let it be. Fate always seems to amaze me.

    As much as this contradicts my blog title and first sentence: I don't really care what people have to think about me. I'm not the drama type of woman, and I never will be.  I realized a long time ago that it's a waste of time. So for my sake, and yours keep it away from me. Just because I don't like drama does not mean I don't know how to dish it out. I'm a Christian, I'm proud to say it. A lot of people that say they are Christian's confuse me because then they get scared to have the world know it. I'm not. I'm pretty easy going, and I like to keep things simple. I'm a girly-girl. I come from a big family. My mother and I are close as well as my brothers and I. Both of my parents are divorced and re-married, so obviously that is what accounts for the big family.

    Friends are important to me. Everybody should have a group of friends to lean on. I have figured out by now, and I hope you have, that friends will always- in one way or another- back stab or betray you. You have to learn to overlook the bad in the people you are closest to and focus on what brought you together. It's the good in people that seems to always get lost, I like to keep it in sight. Although, if someone didn't make it into your future, there is definitely a reason why. You have to learn to forgive and forget. Making friends comes easy to me... making good friends comes as a challenge. Also contradicting my title and first sentence: second impressions are better than your first 9 times out of 10. I mean, seriously how many times have you said you hated someone and then became friend with them later?

    I've moved a ton of times in my short life. The ones that come easy to remember add up to over 20. The ones that I'd rather forget make the number jump higher. Every city/town says their school is the best. Well, I hate to burst every principle and employee of a school, but their schools are the same as everyone's. Most of them just mask the problems from the public, even though they are very much exposed within the school walls.

    A lot of people come to me for advice on a variety of things. I look at something from all angels and view before giving an answer, and I don't judge anybody on anything. First, because you can't criticize anyone for anything. Nobody is perfect, so who are you to judge someone else's life? If you aren't them, then you will never know every little detail of their life and you will never know them completely. You never have and never will  come to that point. Second, because if someone comes to you for advice, they are not looking to be judged or criticized... they are looking for help and support. I would say differently if someone were to ask for an opinion, but we are talking about advice. What would be the point in going to someone if you knew they were going to lecture you and judge you rather than getting what you are looking for?

    I also seem to get a number of requests for me to write about certain things in my blogs. Be my guest if you feel the need to do so. I welcome all topics, and enjoy getting my mind off of reality for a while to do a requested post!

    Introductory is as complete as I can make it through words. Anything else you'd have to ask about. I hope I've done a good enough job for your likings! :)


    Casper


Monday, 26 January 2009

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    Under My Skin
    By Avril Lavigne
    Slipped Away
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    In the future...

    In the future, I'd really like to have a different life. I'm tired of the way things are. I want to be able to give my kids what I never had. I want a good job that pays good money,  I want a nice decent sized house on a lot of land, I want my kids to grow up in a good neighborhood and go to a good school, and I want to be able to give them the things they want/need. Yeah, that's a lot of wishes... but a girl can dream :).


    Casper

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