house arrest

start- january 2nd
end- sometime before february (??)

Being grounded will be the death of me. It seems i'm grounded at least once a month. I'm not a bad child. I'm simply just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And being put in certain positions, I always make the wrong choice. But this time, at least the event was worth being grounded for, unlike numerous other times. This time's not that bad, either. I usually kick and scream over losing privledges, but I was completely calm being stripped of the little respect my parents still held for me. My mother didn't even yell at me. She just discussed the matter with me, like a normal person.

Since i've been grounded, i've had several dreams involving being kicked out, or running away. Weird, huh? Maybe it's a sign. I'm not sure. I want to get away though. Away from it all. I want to get my plymouth, and travel this world, to places unknown.

I want to discover something new, and keep it to myself. A place for me, and only me. It shall be breathtaking, peaceful, and (most importantly) warm. Ha. So far, this life hasn't impressed me much. I want to be like those people who could die at any second, and be completely satisfied with their life. I don't feel i'll ever get there. But i want to. I want to get far in life. I have certain people I want to meet, and many places I want to see. Like Norway or Great Britain.

Who wants to join me?