What's there to change?

One thing I wish I can change about myself is my weakness for becoming emotional attached to people. I really hate becoming close to people because if something was to ever happen to them or we never talked anymore, then I would go crazy. Like I would cry my eyes out, and become really sad. It's like when I become emotionally attached to someone my feelings and emotions become strong for them. I mean they are ultra strong, and that is the reason I do not usually open up to people, and it usually takes me a longer time to become close to someone. My emotions and feelings become so strong that I can't control how I feel about a person. (Usually only applies to males)However, I can't change that weakness about myself, so I will just have to cope with it and pray about it.

Who will I invite?

If I had to pick three people to invite to dinner, the first person I would choose to come would be my dad. I want to know how he looks, how many more sister I have(I do have other sisters), what he sounds like, what he smells like, what's his full name, what characteristics or talents did I get from him, or did he know that I even existed? Then I would share the adventure of my whole life and how him not being in my life made me a stronger person. If I ever ate dinner with my father I think It would be the most happiest and thrilling time of my whole life. For the first time I will have someone to fill up the space in my heart, the space I was waiting for a random guy to fill, and I will actually have someone who I can finally call " my daddy".
The second person I would Invite would be Obama because he is intelligent, handsome, and has a way with words. It would be amazing to sit down with a black man who is about to be or should I say will be the president. I would ask him a lot of questions about himself and his family. I wouldn't even mind if his wife and two daughters came because I would have a lot of questions for all of them. I would try to get to know Obama and his family so well, that he can start inviting me over his house, or I could babysit his daughters, or they could say I'm a really close friend of the family.
The last person I would want to bring is my long lost half older sister/s. I would ask her if she knew that I existed , and then I would want to know her deepest, darkest secrets. I would also want to know if she is as sensitive, feminine, confused, and goofy as me or if she is into sports and guys. I would like to know what college she attends, where she lives, or what do she do for a living . Basically, I would just ask her questions that would bring us closer to knowing each other better...

A typical day in my new house

Not to long ago I moved into a new house on Pulaski. It was a huge change moving from Adams street to Pulaski because the neighborhood was just becoming a better place to live. The neighborhood I am in now is really bad and ghetto, but the house I am living in changes my perspective of the neighborhood. Sometimes I forget that I even live in a bad neighborhood with crackheads, and drug dealers.The new home I am in now is really big. There are five bedrooms, a basement, a garage, two and half bathrooms, and a back yard. I now have my own room which I thought would be exciting, but it is not so exciting anymore because there is nothing to do. I come home from school and it is only my mom who is happy (a little bit too happy) to see me because she has been at home all day. I drop my book bag off at my room and go down stairs to try to find something to eat. I do my homework and then if it is not around eight o'clock then I listen to music.
When it becomes night outside all I hear is guys screaming to the top of their lungs about how another guy cheated them out of their money on a game of dice. Then I hear my momma screaming on the phone to people about something not working inside the house and then I hear my little sister yelling, " shut up...you stupid...shut yo big head up...OK what ever!...". Basically, I can say that my house and neighborhood is really noisy, but around ten o'clock or eleven everything dies down.
When I wake up in the morning, I prepare myself for school. I turn on the light to see what I am going to wear, but one thing I noticed about the lights are that they are really dim in the morning, but really bright at night. We have so many lights in my house it is crazy. My mom said if we were to turn on every light in my house you would think it was a light festivle going on. She always screams at me when I have my room light on, the bathroom light on, and my closet light on, but I don't care because I'm not the one who has to pay the bill(Don't tell my momma I said that).