Well, I was hoping to post about my classmates and how school went this past year, but I have a much more interesting topic than that. It's about my grandmother who I believe has finally cracked, lost her marbles, and all of the other figurative language ways of saying she's absolutely insane. You wonder why I'm calling my grandmother an upcoming resident of the wacky-shack? Look no further - I'm sure you'll all get a major kick out of this. I certainly did!

Two days ago on the night of July 13th, 11:30 pm at night. My grandmother was happily asleep when she began to hear the stray dog outside barking away like a madman. This upset her inside dog named Kara, who then joined in the rampage and began running through the room and knocking things over, banging against the wall. Furious, she awoke and stormed out of her bedroom to the laundry room where Kara was, just as berserk as the dog outside. She simply thought to let Kara out back where she might calm down, but decided to give the dog outside (Who she accepted as a stray) a piece of her weary mind.

As she went to open the door to give the stray dog a piece of her weary mind, she could hear it begin to whimper and squeal in pain. Rushing over and opening the door, she could see red "shooting stars/lights" falling from the sky. Looking up, she saw five red "units" which were hovering above her house and maneuvering all over the place before finally aligning. Now, she lives on the family farm so there are open fields with trees and shrubbery of all sorts, but she swears to this day that there was a flashing red light out in the field, and although the view was blocked by the mentioned flora, she says you could see it.

She said she watched it for at least twenty minutes before the "things" or "UFOs" finally flew away. Of course, I didn't hear the story from her otherwise I would have busted out laughing, and my dad was reluctant to tell us because he knew there were skeptics and realists in the family. He brought it up and wouldn't tell until my mom finally urged it out of him. After hearing all of this, I was ready to call the men in white jackets, but when I started laughing he got all touchy and defensive. My grandmother means well, but sometimes she comes on as the overlord and ruler of the family. How we're living in an aristocracy and she's the queen who must be obeyed while the grandchildren are simply servants. After my grandfather died, she's become harsh and critical, leaving her to be a bitter widow.

Now, back to the alien invasion she claimed to see. After evaluating all of the evidence through her story, my mom and I decided to try and figure out what really happened that night. Seeing that she talked to my dad and mom both, I asked her what she had told him. The stories were slightly different (I.e. She watched it for fifteen minutes instead of twenty), but mostly the same in aspects that red things were bombarding her house and undiscovered life was threatening to abduct her. She also mentioned that two cars passed by during this time. If they passed by, would they not see red things darting in the air above her house and shooting stars fall to the ground? Between the brush and the trees, there is absolutely no way she could see light flashing out in the distance. It almost reaches jungle status from how thick it is out there. Even so, why didn't she call someone? She's a widow, so she lives by herself and she's witnessing something abnormal which you don't see on a daily basis? Why not call the police, or even some of her family. We live just up the road from her, and by how high she said it was we could have seen it. Heck, I was up typing my last journal entry when this happened!

I mean, seriously!

I don't like to call her a liar, but she's a pessimistic, pill-popping (She has so much medicine she could open up her own pharmacy), gossiping old woman. She could have been having one of those realistic dreams where you think you're awake, but you're really not. She watches so much television that I bet she watched something scary on SyFy and then went to sleep, thinking about what she watched in the movie and what she would have done in real life. There are too many holes in her story that just don't add up, and I find it hard to believe that something like this would happen. Just a few months ago she had a guy come put siding on her house, and while he was taking a break she spilled her whole life story to him. How she was a widow, her family, and probably everything else she could muster up. Then, since the guy had driven such a far way to get here, he asked her if he could stay with her for the night.

HELLO! USE YOUR HEAD GRANDMA! You don't tell single men you're a widow and living by yourself, especially to ones you've never met before. She turned down the offer, of course, but then my mother and her got to talking later that night. I didn't hear this story until my cousin Shanna came to visit us, and she's probably one of the most hilarious people you will ever meet in your life. Apparently, while talking to my mother she said he might have wanted her for something else other than money. Curious, my mom asked what as my grandmother replied in a whisper.

"Well, he might have wanted me for S-E-X." By the end of the spelling, I was literally laughing my ass off. Who would want to have sex with a seventy year-old woman? I MEAN, C'MON! Why would you even think that? He was like, thirty-five. That's nearly twice as young as she is! Not only is that absurd, but that completely made me shudder uncontrollably just even thinking about that, and knowing that my grandmother said it! It just adds to my evidence that there were no red lights, not flashy UFOs - probably just mixed too many pills together and got a hallucinogenic effect.

Ew. Just plain ew.

Until next time,
See ya'!

As I previously stated in my biography, I am a fifteen year-old student attending high school in one of the many rural areas of Missouri. In short, my name is Cole, "Aqua" or "Aquarinyoshi" to others who know me from various locations on the web. Despite coming from a small farming community, or the "Boondocks" as some of you might call it, I found my struggles to be the stepping stones to which I am today - which through and through I am satisfied with. I may not come from a fancy home with lots of luxuries and the perfect "American Dream" family, but I make do with what I have and cannot be happier.

Anyways, I'll share a few more traits about me and go over what I have already just to make sure it sticks. 'cause I know how easily words can pass through one ear and go right out the other. I am tall, dark and handsome and have a body that's chiseled by the GODS. I am tall and rather skinny, though were intensively weight lifting for basketball so I hopefully won't be that way for long. My eyes are rather strange in the way they change to match my hair color. From light, honey glazed brown to deep, tantalizing earthy tones, they're completely in synch. You usually find me dressed in khaki shorts, sandals and collared shirts usually from American Eagle or Hollister. I'm one of the most intelligent students in my class, ranked number one along with a girl who has been my competitor since Kindergarten. I'm generally lax and tolerant, but I can get aggressive if need be, and usually that doesn't happen too often. People see me as a softie, but there's much more, oh yes, much more than what meets the eye.

As you heard, I play basketball as a post and participate in baseball as our first baseman. Sports are important to me, but school always comes first. I'm an obsessive plant fanatic and love being around all sorts of flora. I get so excited just thinking about the next thing I'll b growing next year, or the new orchid I'm going to add to my slow growing collection. Other than that, I like to think of myself as a friendly guy who loves to hang out with his friends and family. Just to mention in case you haven't noticed already, I also love writing and one day hope to pursue a career in it. Go Mizzou!

I know it sounds like just another Live Journal which is going to be neglected by a fifteen year-old who's too busy with life, but I have internet interests and with my love for writing, I feel like I can make this place my escape. Simply venting my feelings and frustrations or telling you all about my dreams and aspirations - it's a magical feeling knowing this is my place to be... me. I don't have to hide anything, I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not, only be Cole. It's kind of strange after hiding so many secrets from my friends and family for so long. I just wish things would be easier to express to them, but I'm my own person. (And no, I'm not emo)

Being from the country, you can only imagine the half of it. My dad is a short-fused, strict good ol' boy while my mom is a high-maintenance, city girl. They met through my mom's best friend and her husband who was from the town my dad lived in. With no time at all, the two fell instantly in love, despite their differences. Days turned to months and before you knew it, my older sister was born. About three years later, I came into the world and ended their child-bearing spree. As I soon learned once I was older, they planned to have a third child, but there were things that prevented them from doing so. Whitney, my sister, turned out to have cancer (Leukemia) at a young age, and is now a proud survivor. I, on the other hand, was premature (About six weeks) and my lungs weren't fully developed. To be frank, I came out blue, which is rather odd since that's my favorite color. Anyways, I was in the hospital for who knows how long as they tried to save me, which obviously worked out. This was what stopped them, and soon later things in life added to the problems which already accumulated.

I am diagnosed with a motor tic, which is pretty much where my muscles have miniature spasms at times, but I've learned to cope with it after six years of it. The thing I'm slightly new towards and regret ever so much is my significant hearing loss in my left ear. I didn't just lose my hearing, but have a never-ending, high-pitched ringing it my ears. Ever since April 20th of 2008, I've never heard peace and quiet. That was the last day I would sleep without noise buzzing in my ears. It was the last day I could truly say hasn't been chaotic and has prevented me from doing so many normal things in my life. If there's one thing you never want to do, it's lose your senses. You don't know what it's like until you've actually lost them yourself. You can only imagine being blind, deaf or mute, but until you actually live it, you never fully understand.

Well, I'm done for the night. I hope this is enough to at least get you interested so far. It's simply a formal introduction - my life will slowly be revealed in time as I continue to write, and I promise things will get more interesting.

Until next time,
See ya'!