Brutus is an honorable man.

And it is true. He was an honorable man. I just really like that quote. I think it's awesome. It has nothing to due with what I'm writing about.

And so it begins...

Well, so far I have had a very long day. And I shouldn't be writing this, but I'm going to anyway. Lets start with my spring break.

There are many reasons why I love going to visit my grandparents. The obvious is that I love them very much. The not so obvious is the feeling of security and the fact that I can be myself and not be judged by anyone. I feel free and so happy there. I can speak my opinions and I don't hide out in my room. They listen to me when I talk and that house is filled with so many happy memories. Being there, I forget all my problems and I am a completely different person. I'm happy and bubbly. I'm loved. That is the most amazing feeling. To be needed, wanted and accepted. There is no doubt in my mind that my grandparents love me because they do so much. They understand that i am not always happy here and they make every visit memorable. I like how all three of us read on the patio and how we eat together and how my grandmother has a fresh cup of coffee waiting for me in the mornings. They care for my point of view. They include me in their lives. They take the time to get to know me and give me a chance to breathe. Like I said, amazing. I don't mind doing the dishes or helping when asked. I owe my grandparents everything. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my parents and I owe them everything as well. My whole family means the world to me, but Lord knows I need a break from the chaos every now and then. =D

While I was with my grandparents, I also babysat my cousins, bug-a-boo and bubba. (no those are not their real names) I love my cousins as well. They always make me laugh and we have the best time. We went to the park one day. It was so much fun. Bug-a-boo and I went on the swings and went down the slide and had an adventure. Yes, Bubba was there but he was with my aunt. I have a few pictures of our fun, but I really want to edit them before I put them up. Boo tried to get me to go on the "Monkey Bars" but there was no way that as happening. I had a traumatic experience on the "Monkey Bars". That's a story for another time though. All in all, my cousins made my time down there much more fun.

Coming home, I found my mom violated our contract and cleaned my room. I was not a happy person. Not at all. I have no idea where any of my stuff is. I still cannot find a few things. I love my mother so very much, but I absolutely hate it when she cleans my room. It looks like those model home rooms. Unlived in, with no personality. When someone walks in my room, I want my personality to scream at them. I want someone to walk in and think 'Yep. This is Lauren's room.' No doubt about it. That's another reason I love my grandparents. My grandmas personality is shouting out at you everywhere. I love it. You know what type of person my grandma is the second you walk through the door. That is how I want my room to be. It saves me a heck of a lot of time instead of having to explain myself. My rooms says it all. My dad doesn't want me to have a room like this though. He doesn't understand. He never does. All well.

I hate to leave on that note, but I really need to get the rest of my homework done.