My Sunday

Ok so I know I have been absent for a while now. Those of you who have added me on MSN are aware of whats all been going on, but the rest here it is...

To start off, I went to a party at my friend Boxer's house on Saturday night as planned. What was not planned was all of us being drunk enough to be in the front yard yelling racial slurs at each other even though we are all white? Anyways, the neighbor called my dad and some of the other parents and we all got busted. My punishment was originally grounded for two weeks and no phone for one week. Well this was all well and good but it got worse.

My mom pulled me into our empty guest room upstairs after church and started to ask me questions. She wanted to know why I have not had any girlfriends. Well instantaneously lies filled my head and I was going to go to the predetermined course of action Ashley and I worked out, "Ashley is my girlfriend!" But before I could utter a single word my mom started in again... "And dont tell me your dating ashley because I know better." Well I lost it all, my composure, my mind, I was frightened and ravaged and sick to my stomach and wanted to just jump off of a bridge. I flipped out.

There was swearing and vulgarities, the 'F' word was mentioned, I think I might have called her the 'B' word and basically told her that my life with women was none of her business in the most non-peaceful way possible. The grounding immediately rose to 2 months and i forget how long without the phone but it was basically forever. It wasnt over.

She of course had to tell me dad part of what had happened and as the MSN guys pointed out, I should have realized that she pulled me away from my dad so she could talk about it in private but i freaked and it went totally the wrong direction! I told them i had to go to play practice and left. I went to Ashley's house. I chatted online with the msn guys and they urged me to apologize to my mother. At about 7 o clock i rode home, carefully put my bike away and walked back inside. I found my mother in the den and asked her if I could talk to her. She gave me a look, i dont know if it was me or her look but i fealt like I was being scanned, searched for something. She said yes.

Long story short, mainly because I am getting tired of typing, I apologized and she ungrounded all of it. All punishments were gone. She asked me if I am doing stuff with boys. I just stared at the ground the whole time. She told me that all the rules that had applied to girls apply to boys as well. She also went on to say that whenever she is involved that permission to hang out with other boys will come into question now as well. She told me she will never speak of this to my father and she will not be speaking of it to me from now on either. She walked out of the room and I just sat there. I was sobbing. I went up to my room and called Ashley.

Ashley told me it was ok. She also told me she was glad I had seen reason. See... earlier at her house I had a moment. I asked her if she would miss me. She of course asked what I meant, I said If i wasnt around anymore. She slapped me and told me that she never wanted to hear me speak of such nonsense ever again. I was contemplating a solution to my life's problems. A solution for my parents. A solution for my friends. I am glad I have the bestest friend in the entire world.

So in hindsight the party was an open door. I accomplished two things. I kissed Nolan while he was practically passed out drunk out on the deck and I came out to my mom in a very twisted and dark way. Ashley's friend says she thinks Nolan was gay at his old school before he moved here last summer. Not sure if its true but it is now my mission to find out. Hope everyone else had a great weekend.

And peace out!

Tanner C.

PS: Osama Bin Laden is dead huh? Well, its sad that he had to die and that so many people in this world had to die all in the name of terrorism. All the deaths will not make it right. His death doesn't bring anybody back, but at least he is done. It is all just sad and before anybody gets all bent out of shape that I am not a Osama Bin Laden hater or I do not have enough respect for 9/11. Anthony Randall C*****, Born July 22nd, 1975, Died September 11th, 2001... my only uncle. An office manager on floor 47 of the south tower.