Sorry

Sorry to drop the bomb like that. I think I just wanted to get it over with, you know?

I'm posting this from school because a friend of mine, Morgan, was reading and told me I shouldn't have posted about Ali like that. So, sorry.

Um, we're doing OK. We meaning us kids. Jimmy? Not so much. I think he's losing his grip on reality and my mom is suffering with him.

I wonder if Phin and Rose will remember her.

Thanks for your comments and emails,
Dan

I'm still here.

Um, hi, readers if there are any left.



I... we haven't posted for a while. Months? Years? I don't remember. I don't think it was years. That was dramatic of me to say.



It's Dan, if anyone was wondering.



It won't be Ali again.



A few months ago, Ali suffered a relapse. Leukemia, for those who forgot. A few weeks later, she was still in a hospital bed. I visited her everyday.

One day, she smiled at me and said, "I like you. You aren't annoying."

She was pretty hyped up on drugs. Pain-killers. "I like you too, Ali." I forced a smile.

She shook her head, like she was drunk. "No. I LIKE you."

I really love Ali. More than anything and when she said that, I think I ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I must've cried for a while.

I think she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

Anyway, she asked me to continue this blog, because she thought it would help me. I don't want to, but she did.

I've put this off for a long time, but now, as I write, or type, or whatever, I feel closer to her.

Thank you for reading. I'll post again soon.

Dan

My Own Mark David Chapman

I've decided that I've had enough drama in my life. What with hating my step-mom, having two new step=brothers, having an absent mother and a bum of a real brother, and having the twins, I think I'm fully done with drama for at least until the end of high school.

At least, that's what I tried to do.

I swear, I really, really tried. I was nice to Mom on the phone (the little #!^$@^) , haven't fought with Dan for a week, smiled at Bri and actually called David, I was on a freakin' roll!

Then I saw him. With his soft brown hair and green, glow-in-the dark eyes, I knew God had sent me a message.

He was the cutest cat I have ever seen in my entire life.

So I did the naughty cartoon kid thing... I hid him in my bedroom, fed him, and named him... Well, actually he named himself. I was listening to the Beatles and he meowed to the meledy, so I named him John Lennon.

Anyways, it turns out Bri is going through a housewife faze where shes cleaning and stuff, so she was actually doing th laundry (I know, shocker) and since she didn't know about John Lennon... she didn't know he was in the dryer...

She's my own Mark David Chapman.

Back Home Again

Hey guys, it's Ali. I got rid of that stupid beer template.

I'm back from NY!!! Seriously, it was great. I made a new designer friend named Angelo. He is so cool. He's 21, gay, and proud. I hung out with him while David was making out with Kayley (his girlfriend).

Guess what? I actually like Kayley!!!! Miracle, I know.

Freshman year has been tough, but it's almost over, which means I get to be a 10th grader and take cooler classes that get me closer to my goal of becoming a journalist.

Did I ever mention that my passion was for the drums?

Yeah, but being a drummer isn't very lucrative...

Anyways, I home and the template is fixed. Huzzah!

-Ali

Quiet

Life without Ali... is kind of weird. I mean, I spent 14 years of my life without her, but I guess I got so used to my annoying step-sister, that it's weird without her rambling about how Van Gogh was a totured soul and how amazing Bono is.

The first time I met her, I offended her by asking, "Who the hell is Bono?"

Good times, good times.

I'm also insanely jealous because she's off partying in New York over Easter break while I'm stuck here watching twins spit up all over each other.

Good news: Coach Blunder (not making that up!) is letting me back on the team for "good behavior" so I get to play football now.

Speaking of football... How pissed off would Ali be if I played around with her blog design? So many options...

Bored out of my mind,
Dan

Back!

Hey! Sorry I (well, we really) haven't posted in a while. We've been pretty busy with the poopers!

Rose and Phin are so adorable. Seriously, they rock, but Rosie never stops crying! Never! It's funny, though because when Dan walks in the room, she immediately stops. Cute, huh? Phin despises him, though. He purposely saves all of his waste until Dan gets home so he's the one stuck changing him. I knew he was gonna be cool...

I'll probably be making a new blog soon, though Dan will be blocked, because there are just some things no girl wants their step-brother to know. You know?

I'm making my Confirmation this month! My Confirmation name is Victoria. Ali Victoria. Has a nice ring to it, and I think my mom's mom was named Victoria.

Speaking of family I never see, my BLOOD BROTHER, David, is coming to visit. I've posted their relationship before, but I'll say it again. They HATE each other. Seriously, hate, but David is my best friend, so Dad will suck it up for me.

I'm going to live with him for a few weeks in Manhattan! Finally, back to the city! Out of this dumb small town.

I guess I'll post from my soon-tobe blog, and Dan can post here, catching me up on what's going on a home.

Isn't it weird how I hated him when I started this blog, and now he writes on it? Is that irony? What is irony?

-Ali

New Life

We just got home from the hospital where Mom and the twins are going to stay for 2 more days. I wanted to post pics of them, but Jimmy/Step-Daddy forbid me too.

Ali forced me to post because she's too busy on the phone with her friend *cough boyfriend cough* and didn't want to leave anybody hanging.

Rose: older baby, but tinier. She's actually pretty fragile, but beautiful for a baby. She has light hair already and looks like a minature version of Larry (he's absolutely thrilled.) Apparently, she has my nose, but I have no idead what that means.

Phin: Chubby baby, but pretty cute. He has a little bit of dark fuzz, and I think he looks like Ali, but nobody agrees with me, so whatever. When I held him, he spit up on me and started to cry, but Rose seemed to like me.

Incase anybody is wondering who exactly lives in the house now, let me fill you in:

Me.
Ali.
Jimmy (father of the house)
Mom. (aka: Bri)
Phin and Rose. :)

Larry is in college and Ali's brother David is somewhere in Seattle? I don't know. Ali talks to him, but he made her promise not to tell Jim where he was. Jerk.

Thanks for reading,
Dan