Part One of my life

I don't know what i should blog about right now. I've read some wonderful blogs today and i have found that they all have one major thing in common. They're about the authors life or a certain day in their life. I would do the dame but my life isn't all that interesting.
But i guess that i might as well give it a try. the following is a true story of my life
I was born in a big city with a pot head for a mom. I had an older brother and he took care of me when i was born. From what I've been told we went from one homeless shelter to another. My mom did drugs most of the time, while my brother stole from stores to put diapers on my white butt. When i was about two and a half years old my mom had some to the conclusion that she couldn't take care of my brother and i. took her long enough! So she brought my bother and i to live with my grandmother in a smaller town about four hours away. Now fast forward about five years and we stop about the time that my brother went into foster care. My brother wasn't used to the concept that we would be given everything that we would need to live. Before he would have to steal for us to survive. My grandmother didn't have the patience to teach him how to not steal, so off he went to become property of the state/ go into the foster care system. He would end up going from home to home and then go into juvenile hall by the age of fifteen. I stayed with my grandmother who later on adopted me when i was at the young age of seven. Now fast forward again until you hit the present time. I'm sixteen years old and will be seventeen here soon. I'm still living with my grandma whom i call mom. As for my brother lets just say that once he turned eighteen he was released from jail and got a job.down in Florida working on roofs. He then moved back to the small small town and got a different job. until he was recently fired from it for lying on a pee test. He's been doing drugs from what I've been told. I haven't talked to him in about three years. My uncle was the one that got him the job so that's how i new what was going on.
I will always have a special bond with my brother. I love him dearly but at times i just want to disown him for his stupid mistakes.He remembers where we came from better than me and yet he goes out and does the things that messed up our lives to begin with.
Now that i think about it i cant really call him my brother because we...better yet I don't know who my father is. And i can tell you that Jeffrey ( my brother that I'm talking about) and i don't have the same fathers. His is Mexican. And I'm totally white, so so that rules out one guy for sure. I've always wanted to know who my father is. My theory is that one day my mom got really high got raped and i was conceived. But that's just my theory.

Wow! that's a lot that i just typed there. and to think that i left out a lot of things about my past. That was just a fast summery. Damn!
I don't really know if you readers would be interested in reader more of my past so just leave a comment saying you want the rest of the story or something like that.

I agree

i got these two messages in a couple of fortune cookies today.
the more one knows the less he believes. And i got An honest look covers many faults also.
I would have to agree with the first one because the more facts or previous experience a person has then that person is prepared for the next judgment that has to be made. The second one kinda goes with the first one subject wise. things are not always what the seem to be, and you need prior knowledge to understand and recognize the faults being hidden.
But in a way the first one is sorta saying that there's a lot of lies out in the world.
i hope that what i wrote makes sense to you all.

All In The Word

I'm having a total stupid moment... i just realized that word assassinate has two asses in it and it takes two asses (people) for the word to become and action. I feel very blonde right now.

Random Thoughts

When I think of the little saying of " an eye for an eye and the world will go blind" can, at times, be applied to so many things. For example the fact that The United States is in what has been called a war. We ( the United States citizens) were attacked by a group of men killing many people. And yet we do the same. We ( United States Men and Women) go into their home land and kill more people. For what has been called a "just cause". Have we as humans lost our morals in times of panic? In my mind there is no winner in a war were people have or will die from on either side. What happened to the United States was wrong and unfair. But what we are doing and have done back is just as wrong. " An eye for an eye and the world will go blind" seems to be a fair statement to me. What are your opinions my fellow readers?

My Own Thoughts

Here i am thinking... How my sixteen years of life so far could be different. We all have regrets but i wonder if we all have similar ones. Do we all live similar hardships? We all want to be individuals like the person living right next to us, trying to stand out or blend in. But does ones own regrets stand to be the factor that sets us apart from one another? Or is it the number of "good" choices we make that defines or personal character? I could have taken better actions at some moments in my life if only i was just given the chance to do so, and had some loving support from the people around me. I will always have my regrets but looking back at some of those terrifying times, i start to think that maybe my own regrets might be a bit sweeter than those of the strangers living around me. but then again it's only another one of my legendary thoughts.