Greet Death as it should be, an old friend who only wants what's best for you.

Hey guys, sorry for the late blog update. Had some internet troubles on Sunday and needed to get them fixed. My week hasn't been the best of things, but I am getting better really. I hurt my shoulder at boxing, 10 minutes before the end of class. That kinda made me mad because the pain was so bad I couldn't finish class. Then I had to ride home on my bike, so that kinda sucked.

As you could tell from the post on Wednesday, I was in a bad place. I am just sick of the crap i'm dealing with. I'm not saying I have a shit house life compared to others. I know there are starving people in Africa and people losing family everyday. I am definitely not comparing myself to them what so ever. I'm just saying I felt a bit depressed at some of the crap I went through this week. My father is working up north as the manager of a rock quarry, and I got my first phone call off him since he left a fortnight ago. I tried my hardest to hold back my manly tears but they were built up for too long.
Even my dad, a 54 year old man who punches cops, stands up to bikers and took down the monster in my closet (I was only 4, and woke up screaming. My dad ran into my room from the other end of the house to comfort me. He asked me what scared me and I said there was something in my closet. He opened the door and jumped in, slamming it behind him. I remember alot of bouncing around in there and my dad came out looking like he was a mad man. He said he beat that monsters butt and it would never return again. I never had a nightmare after that.), he began to cry to. This man is my hero, not because he is my dad, but because he was also my best friend. He taught me how to be brave, and how to love life. I swear when I have kids, I will teach them everything my dad taught me.

I also couldn't have gotten through the week without my bestest friend foreverest Nicky. She is always there for me. I don't know what I did in a past life, or what I did in this life to deserve a friend like her, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. I mean, if Taylor Swift came up to me and said "I will be your girlfriend for life and you will also be my personal chef and make 10 million dollars per year; But you must never speak to Nicole again." I would politely tell her I must decline. Then she would turn into a red, fire-breathing dragon with 3 heads and chase me down the street while I called up Bruce Lee and told him to get the fuck outta heaven, grab Sean Connery and meet me at the local park because I got a triple headed fire-breathing Country Music singing Taylor Swift dragon to slay.... I'm sorry. I think I went off on a tangent there. That's all for this week. I have been your Angel for this evening. Good Night all.