I'm On A Plane!!!

Lets take a trip back in time to Celebrate the 99, 100, and 101 post with a 3 post story from Minnesota. These entry's have been lost for many months.

The date was August 16, 2010

I Bobby "Wolfey" McGee am on an airplane, flying to Minneapolis MN. This is indeed something I thought I'd never do. I've chosen to be terrified of airplanes, and now I have conquered that fear and replaced it with something equally as bad... boredom. Which for me is an emotion that leads to loneliness and yes, depression. So I'm writing my blog now on the plane, and what your reading is a typed copy.

The plane is a smaller jet run by Sun Country Air Lines. The seats are tight but theirs no one setting in the seat directly next to me so I got some room. I have NO idea which states I'm flying over, nor do I know were Minnesota is. (LOL) Te flight is smoother then a car except the turbulence, as I write this. Listened to Steam Powered Giraffe (CD and Stage Show) and am now onto MJ, The song Beat It at the moment, Billie Jean is next!

Ahhh... I wanna dance to Billie Jean. Sadness....

The seats have a weird design of gray with odd red marking steaks that relay remind me of jalapenos. It's getting dark out. I think this is the shortest day and the longest day of my life. I see tini lights and gient ants out the window. Get into the fallout shelter SPG. Were appearently losing altitude so I might be there. YAY! Oh, still got 40 minutes, well how unfortuate. Geez my ears refuse to pop. OK, I was wrong... were landing.

Bedtime For Bobbo

As many of you know, I've been cleaning my room. I'd say I started around six weeks ago, give or take, and the project is ongoing. Well in the process of cleaning I took down my bed due to bugs. I cleaned it out, and got rid of ALL the clutter. I put it back together to the way I wanted it. I love big headboards with places to put stuff, so I took a dresser and nailed my headboard to top of that to make a china cabinet looking thing. It was easier then I thought it would be. I put my bed back up.

Tonight I was laying on my bed watching The Simpson's when I felt something on my arm. Usually it's my hair and I ignore it but this time my hair was up. I looked at my arm to discover a pincher bug! I am NOT a fan. I crushed it...obviously. Later I looked over and saw one walking on a pare of sunglasses lying on my bed. I did the only thing I could think of as I picked up the sunglasses, I through them across the room. Then the final straw, with one on my remote. I grabbed my laptop, pillows, and phone. I'm done with that bed. I'm not having something crawl in my ear while I sleep.

Disney Choir Spectacular

Well tonight was my second Choir Concert filled with DISNEY SONGS YAY!!! This show was less formal then other shows. I did get to wear a tie...around my waist. It's my new style. I still wish I could have gone to Clockwork Vaudeville... I had fun though. But yesterday and the night before, well.

Yesterday, I came home from school extremely tired. Then I went to my cosign Shasta's house and increased my sleepiness. Then got Subway... By that point I was dying! I finally got to bed around 6:45 after eating half the damn sandwich. I set my alarm for midnight so I could talk to my friend Kristofferson. I fell asleep and had weird dreams as usual. By the way, don't go to sleep watching the home designer channel. So I oddly enough woke up at 12:00 and thought, "Hmmm... I'll talk to Kris another time, I don't wanna bug him very much or he won't wanna' talk to me no more." It's true, I do latch on to people fast and easily. It's part of my ever growing fear of being alone. So I fell asleep again. I woke up about two or three more times before I couldn't go to sleep again which was about 6:30 a.m. So I watched people rip up and remoddle a house on T.V. I didn't plan on waking up till noon but theirs no way I could have slept any more.

Finally it was 3:00 and I was at school in the choir room hanging out with my friend Chad. Later Timmy, Teal, and Haley came. We joke around so much. Teal and Haley bring out the uninnocents in me, lol. We did a rehearsal, got pizza and had one hell of a show!

Bipolar

First off I apologies for the previous blog. Violence is never the answer...it's allot more fun. It's not right! Well I realized what exactly bipolar is. Super high highs and super low lows. Which means very happy or very sad/depressed/mad. That exactly fits me, like a sequin glove. I'm rarely neutral. I can't believe it took me until now to realize it. Both Michael and Granny are bipolar. Look through the past entries. The Comic Con Depression and everything ells.

(Photo by Jessica Carolan)

Matt Smith

Tonight I was humiliated. Like normal on Tuesday nights I was rehearsing. I was dancing to Billie Jean. I had gotten to about 4:50 seconds in the video that I was recording at the time when he came behind me. He started mocking my moves. Granted mine aren't great he didn't have to start imitating them mediocrely. I didn't see him until I turned sideways to do the moonwalk. I wasn't gonna stop and ruin the routine just for him. I pointed to the camera letting him know that he's gonna look like an ass. Of course he didn't notice and thought it was just a dance move. He eventually stopped and started taking pictures of these other kids. An adult called him down to the edge of the stage and started talking to him. I didn't know anything that was being said because I was finishing out the routine. Reviewing the routine I deciphered him saying "no one wants to see that" but I'm not 100% sure.

Finishing the routine I stopped the tape and walked off stage in search for my brother Michael. I found him and took him aside, "beat the crap outta' him." Michael said he saw him doing this on stage and was gonna confront him. After I talked to Michael he went and talked to Matt who was playing the piano. I don't know the whole conversation but Michael said if he bothers me again then he'll kick his ass.

Many of you may wonder why I didn't do anything. First off, I did. It's an unusual way of thinking but I'm posting the video on facebook. I'm hoping it will make him look like an ass. I'm also hoping people respect me enough to see him as an ass rather then laugh at me. Secondly, I have dignity. I will not tarnish my reputation by resorting to violence or volger language. I work hard to repress everything that could potentialy make me a bad person. Matt Smith will not ruin this. Third, I wouldn't object if any of my fans wanted to beat him up or somthing, hint, hint... Last, if I want him hurt, I got Michael.

The Thing About School

OK I'm not depressed (for once). I wonder why people are so obsessed to why I'm not passing high school and what I'm gonna do afterword with my life. I asked on Face Book why, I got feed back and now I feel guilty saying that I just don't care. Ya it's gonna screw up my life but... my life is already screwed up. I have struggled with school all my life and two years ago when Granny died I quit trying. I don't plan on trying anymore. I've had a hard life, it's what I'm used to, it's what I'll always have. I can also say I've had a very easy life but now is not the time to contradict myself. My grades are above. I may add to this later... I already blogged about my plans after high school...

Obsession pt.2

When I mentioned obsession I forgot to mention Universal City. I really love it there. But back to my room... I'm having problems with the placement of my second T.V. I want shelves! Lots and lots of shelves. I dont think theirs much more to say at this point.

Two days ago I went on a special journey back in time to my childhood. Viewing hundreds of pictures. Of me as a child. I don't exactly remember anything before I was 7. Some stuff but not a lot... Their are many qualities I dislike about my father but I love him. After he passed away life sucked, well by my standards. Overall I'm a lazy, spoiled brat now...anyway. Chain of events, Kevin McGee and his alcoholic abuse. I swear to God, I never want to see him again. I could bad mouth that whole side of my family. Two of them I never wanna see again, one I tolerate, one is naive beyond all belief and one I don't know well enough to say. I have to say that I truly don't consider that side family.

The closest family in my life, my whole life is moms side. Despite the anger management problems that both Michael and I have because of moms side, I like that side of my family, Especially Granny. We would think alike. Were dangerous thinkers, cause we over think and plot. We've been close to granny for as long as I can remember. But as a part of life people die. I guess dealing with her medical problems and frequent hospital visits. She was passed what she could handle. I was their at her house, in the room when she failed to wake up. I'm glad I could make her last hours happy. Memories are nice, pictures are a great key to unlock those memories. Above are Memories in photo form...

Obsessions pt.1

I'm irritated, stressed and overall tired. My mind is going a mile a minuet. My thoughts are dark, full of hatred and hurt. Life is changing fast. School is almost over, like 4 monthes. I hate when people ask me what i'm gonna do after school ends. I have plans but their not somthing I want to rush into. I currently have 115/220 credits required to graduate. Graduating isn't somthing that is important to me. I don't really have a reason why.

I've been studying myself lately and I learned why I get obsessed so easaly. My whole life I've felt people know more about stuff than me. I would want to have a chance to know more about somthing than them. So I'de take somthing that interested me and learn everything about it. Take The R.M.S. Titanic for instense. It's a 882 1/2 foot oceal liner, designed by Thomas Andrews. The captain was Edward John Smith. It was trying to make headlines by arriving early. It hit an iceburg on it's starbord side and sank at around 2:00 am on April 15, 1912. 99 years ago. Thats without looking up anything.

I've done it with alot of things other than Titanic. Their's Back to the Future, Xena, Pokemon, Over the Hedge, Photography, Wolfey (school mascot), Michael Jackson, and as of lately The Fantastic Mr. Fox. It's a odd habit that I think i've made sense of. Also I figure if I decide to like somthing, i'm gonna like it more than anyone ells. And I get mad or depressed if sombody appears to like somthing more or knows somthing more about somthing I like. Lets change the subjuct...

My blog is slowly dying. I have 91 posts including this one. I just don't have ideas and interesting enough thoughts to post. My life is boring. I may post alot more when I go through with my plan at the end of the school year. It's gonna change my life, make me a better person in some way, and probably have lots of people lose respect in me.

I want to talk about somthing thats bothering me lately. I don't like myself. I work hard to cover my flaws be in the end they become appearent. To tell you the trooth and I believe I posted about this before. I'm not as mentaly innocent as everyone thinks. I pretend to be because it's better for my image. I pretend that I hate cussing, hearing it, doing it. In reality I've been verbaly abusing my family sense I was 7. I cuss all the time... at home. I also pretend to be innocent to sexual innuendos and such. I have the dirtiest mind in the world. Just somthing I wanted to put out there.

I've been cleaning my room lately. Havent sense two years ago. My room is huge!It's a project. I keep finding hidden treasure. Also bugs but i'm working on it. Dumpster after Dumpster of stuff on a weekly bases. I think I've filled about 10 of those black trash cans lol. Took down my bed and rebuilt it. I'm organizing slowly. I'll continue telling you this later.