The Wendigo

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The title's a little random, but I have a weird chain reaction in my mind. So, to me, it makes perfect sense!

Well, yesterday I wasn't able to go out with Henry, becuase apparently I annoyed Dad too much at the wedding and he thought I embarrased him. Seriously, that dude needs to be a little less self-centered, just saying is all. And Dad, if you're reading this (which I highly, highly, highly doubt) I really don't care. I said in the first entry that I'm going to put my feelings on here, hurtful or not. Humph.

Anyway, he doesn't care about the rest of us, seriously. I don't remember exactly what I was saying to him, but he suddenly whirled around and shouted at me, "I don't care what the fuck you want!" Yeah, I'm definately holding him to that, and you know what, I've noticed he really doesn't.

So, my mom's given up with him, but I've only just started. I'm going to be her advocate, and I'm going to voice my opinions, no freaking matter what. I've gotten in troube more than once, and I have to pay the price. The first time I was banned from the computer. The second time, I couldn't go on a date. Petty, so I'll continue. I'm just as stubborn as him, and he's going to see that. HA!

Well, now that my angst is out . . . for now, I'll move on.

Along with the not going out with Henry, I had to go to the doctor. I have a wart on the bottom of my foot, and he froze it off. I thought it hurt yesterday, but today I just barely have to touch it, and a sliver of pain strikes. It hurts so badly! Yeah, so I don't know how I'm going to clean or anything. Arg.

Nextly (I made a new word!) my grandma's fine. She's here, and she's tired, but she's out of the hospital and there wasn't anything really wrong. Good news, yes? *smile*

Now I should just describe the Wendigo. I found the story in those Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. It's about this one rich hunter who hired an indian to take him out hunting as a guide. They set up a tent, and a storm began. Wind howled, and the hunter and guide swore they heard the wind calling the indian's name: "Diaaaa gooooo." Or something like that. The two of them looked outside the tent and saw the wind wasn't even blowing, even though they could still hear it. Finally, the indian guide couldn't stand it anymore and ran. On the way he began screaming, "My feet! My feet! My burning feet!" The following day, the hunter followed the guide's feet tracks in the snow, and saw the strides kept getting longer and longer. Soon, they were so long that no human could have run like that. Plus, the snow was melted around the feet steps. Yup. That's the legend or whatever. So, I just say the Wendigo because my feet hurt. That's all.

I also wanted to say something . . . I remember now! I haven't exactly been updating my blog, and that means I haven't updated my ZT and CotB stories. I'll do that now. It'll be at the top of the post. As far as I remember at least.

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