Well.. today wasn't bad. Actually, it really, really sucked.

We got back from the roadtrip today. Our battery died at Dickinson, so we had to get the really hot, flamboyantly homosexual man to recharge our battery. He was cool, and really funny. I talked to him during my sisters interview, and he was cool...

We got home alright and I opened the two envelopes that were left for me. Apparently, I have Math work to do. As WELL as read 'The Autobiography Of Miss Jane Pitman' (WHICH SUCKS LIKE SHIT) and write essays (2) on it, and do a French grammar packet. I think I just, won't do them. Be like "FUCK YOU". I'll even translate it for the French packet "FUE TOI!"....nah, I'll just do it.

Well, I haven't done a list in a while so I'll make one now.

Things That REALLY Hurt Me/Bring Me Down-
5.Having People Angry At Me
4.Making Other People Angry/Sad
3.Coming Home And Having To Wake My Mother Up From The Floor
2.Not Being Able To Help Someone

And What Hurts The Most?

1.Being ignored.

Yeah, that was a really boring, useless, tiny little window into my sick and twisted mind.

By the way, I'm sorry if I lie to you, it's nothing personal. I hate people going deep inside and knowing about me. If I keep aloft and unknown, then I don't get hurt as much. That's why this stupid journal/weblog is kinda hard. >.> I feel like the bloody AA people, 'admiting my problem'. The only person I'm really comfortable is Torrey..

Anyway, the reason this thing is so melodramatic and pathetic, is because my mother forgot. Yep. Forgot meh. Takes talent, personally, I think it does. I can't even excuse her for being drunk, because she wasn't! :-(

I went to Mary's neighborhood pool and Morgan, Tyson (Emily Tyson) and Andrew (to my surprise) were there. We were swimming and doing the booty call and whatever other idiotic dances the pathetic and drugged youth of my generation can dream up. When it was time to go, I called my mom and she said she'd pick me up. About 20 minutes later, I called again. She'd forgotten once. So she said she would get my dad to do it. She forgot to tell him. I had to call again. The people were kinda mad and I don't blame them. Closing time was 10. I left around 10:40.

-sighs and shivers- Yesh... well.. Talking to Pawel about poisons and which are the most fun (his opinion being expressos), Blayne is having a light banter with meh, Jeff doesn't believe that I can go out and not be a stupid idiot and PaGe is being niceful and shizziful. ^^;; I have cool friends.

^_~<3 (You should all know what that means by now) and lemme a message. Call the cell - (443) 520 4916 and I really don't care who you are anymore.Honestly. I don't. Call me and find out. ^_^ Now I'm happy.

THANK YOU PAWEL, PAGE AND BLAYNE! ^_^ Night night and call/lemme a message.

Now off to finish my fun debate about Protestants Vs. Catholics debate with Pawel. ^^;

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