La dee dah. I do not own the story of Sleeping Beauty. I do however own this story.

You really have to love the Grimm brothers for coming up with such twisted plots. Oh and I don't own any of the other fictional character I make reference to either.

Dec 3

Which for you Mrs. Cayle, I've decided to entitle:

Reflections on Driving, or Why I can't drive because Mom's a Sociopath.

I've never been allowed to drive. It's not the insurance risk. My parents don't believe in insurance, or doctors, dentists, even birth control for that matter. We're a strictly aromatherapy family. Sometimes, mom's back will get too bad and she'll go to some naturalist or the acupuncturist, but that's about as extensive as we get.

I make my own appointments. The doctors at the free health clinic know me well. I actually like to have my pain relieved, though my family could never understand that point, and if and when they find my prescriptions they are thrown away.

I can't even practice driving a vehicle. It's not a money thing; cause I know uncle Alfred has tons of old ward of state pick-ups sitting around his back yard. The city of Brownville's Public Commissioner is always on Grandma and Alfred to have them removed. He could lend me one till school finishes.

It's definitely not an " I'm too stupid and uncoordinated to turn a wheel and push a pedal " kind of thing, because even drunk people can do that.

The real reason is completely ludicrous. You wouldn't believe it, even if I told you. Which of course, I will. With all those legitimate motivations to choose from out there, it all comes down to superstition. My mother believes that someone has cursed me, and that I will meet my untimely death, at the wheel of a car.

So, it's actually more of a 'my mom was a stupid wanna-be witch' kind of thing.

It all seems really stupid to me as she is at this very moment at bible study, probably learning about how they stoned witches. She's not a very good role model eh, saying one thing, and then doing another? My mom is the worst of the hypocrites.

Actually I have to give her props, since the whole curse thing, she's really gone in the other direction. She says she doesn't want to dabble in such powerful arts anymore. She couldn't bare it if she ruined another person's life over it.

I laugh and say more power too her, I just wish she'd stop ordering all her clothing off Wicca Goddess. She dresses like a character off of Harry Potter. It's very disturbing, for my teachers, classmates and me. As for church, when she comes in, in her billowing black and purple renaissance gowns, complete with hood and cape, I guess they just have to embrace her.

I don't tolerate any talk of curses or magic. It's all very stupid and childish, not to mention completely unscientific. I don't tolerate much of the bible either, though mom drags me to church every Sunday. She plays the piano for the services and Daniel (dad) preaches from time to time. It's a scary thought to think at one time they sat around the card table and contacted spirits. Or gave the board a good run around. Now they're both so solemn. Extremely devoted to Christ, and to the church. However, I still can't drive.

I can't write anymore either, I have to listen to my Science teacher Mr. Boar, droll on and on about collecting bark samples. Which of course is soo much more important than my personal journal.