Stupid workers who did the floor at home … they let the cats out even though my dad told them not to in English and Spanish. He found Midnight shortly after he got home, but couldn’t find Mackie. He looked everywhere, even tried leaving the tuna can out … but with no luck. He was really worried, but finally found him that night at the end of the street, meowing and reluctant to come to him. Poor Mackie and my dad … but stupid workers.

I repeat, stupid workers. Apparently they also got my room really dusty, and now my dad has to clean it (I guess it can’t wait ’til I get back) ’cause they obviously don’t care about anything except money *sigh* I’m so sick of these people … why does my dad keep having them over? The house is frickin’ fine.

Yeah … why is my phone randomly blinking?

Okay cool, Dr. Kelly said to go ahead and fill out the volunteer form … just wondering how I’m gonna get it there, ’cause it was a PDF and had to print it out. Blah. She also said she saw Dr. Chahine today, and that he said he’d call me soon (I hope that means this week). So yay.

Ross is pissing me off. On my way to Brian’s earlier, I called him and nicely asked him to put my laundry in the dryer ’cause I accidentally forgot, and he said he would. But did he? No. Of course not, he forgot as usual. I should’ve known and not even have bothered. When I came back it was still wet, and right as I finish putting it in the dryer, he starts yelling and hitting himself and the PC ’cause the internet wasn’t working. I was just like great, here comes another useless loss of temper *sigh* He always does this, I can’t stand it, it’s not like he’s making anything better, and now the mouse buttons are uneven — apparently he thinks destroying hardware is a good way to vent. Telling him to stop doesn’t work either — he just sits there and ignores me, as if my idea about calming down is so unbearable. Gah, it annoys me so much. No wonder the PC is so screwed up, he frickin’ abuses it. I should make him buy a new mouse or something, he needs to learn he can’t just take his anger out on the closest object available. Then again, so should my dad … *sigh again* This is one reason I’m looking forward to college, I really can’t deal with them sometimes.

Why do I keep staying up so late? Of course I get tired at normal hours when I lay down, but when I’m online, I just kinda sit there working on my sites, and could go through the morning if I wanted to. My eating patterns are all off too. I’ll barely have anything during the day, but then have a big meal at night and in the wee hours of the morning. It’s weird. And crap, I gotta go fold my laundry, but then it’s bedtime. Tomorrow = sleeping in, GUH form, graphics, gym, and Brian (yay).

Umm wtf? We’re moving again. Like 2 frickin’ blocks from where we are now. Geez, we just finished moving! Yet another thing my dad does without telling me first. Look:

Tuesday night when I got home late from work there was a notice from our neighbor that a house I really like was going up for sale the next morning, which was yesterday. I arranged to walk through yesterday with our realtor, and it is very very nice, so I made an offer to buy it and the owners just accepted an hour ago.

Fuck … just when everything was getting settled. I shouldn’t even have unpacked *sigh* Be happy? Yeah, right. Why does he even wanna go through the whole moving thing again? And omg, I’ll have to change my address with everything again, which takes forever *cries* No. No

Sorry, I’ll quit complaining now …

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m sitting here crying, and I have no idea why. Today has just sucked … except for not having yearbook and getting to see Brian. Well, most of that.

First, I had English, which was okay, but then I had to present my scene in Hamlet. Which of course wasn’t right. I mean, I like the way they talk in Hamlet, I just can’t understand it. Speaking of which, I am stupid. Brian has made me realize that. No matter what he says, he’s proved it more than once, and I’m sick of it. Why does he have to continuously “subtly” point it out? And lower my self-esteem even more? I’m sorry that I don’t know who the president was when I was born or that GW is from Texas. I’m not fuckin’ interested in politics or civics or whatever, and no one’s told me, so stop acting like my life depends on my understanding of it! Plus a lot of other things that I can’t even count *sigh*

Anatomy wasn’t any better. I studied for like 2 hours, and knew all of my notes. Then before she gives us the test, she tells us that we’ve gone over everything on it. So I’m like okay, this is a good thing. But um, no. Half the stuff I didn’t even look at. Like the cranial nerves, which she didn’t mention while going over examples from our lab book … or the meninges. Or plexuses. It also didn’t help that I majorly screwed up my lab book, so studying from it didn’t make much difference. So I’m sitting there like, fuck, and stressing out over what to do, since this test is especially impossible. I decide to finish what I can before the bell rings, then go to double Spanish (where I find out I did my homework completely wrong) and attempt to retain some info from my lab book when Ms. Gowdy leaves the room. Afterwards, I go back to anatomy. Basically I make up what there’s no hope of me knowing, turn the test in, and leave. I felt a little relief ’cause I thought my day was gonna get better … but that turned out to not be the case.

So I leave and go to Brian’s and stuff … and we go to Friday’s for dinner … we had a cool waiter. Woop de doo. As we’re leaving, I step aside to let this couple enter, but the guy holds the door open for me. So I try to walk out and say thanks … but instead bang my head on the stupid pole between the doors (which isn’t supposed to be there!) … and feel like an ass. I still have a bump. Then we go and rent Hollow Man, which I’ve wanted to see for like ever, and it’s good — though some people like to ruin the happy ending with complaining that it’s not scientifically right. WTF, I don’t care. It’s a frickin’ movie, of course it’s not gonna be 100% true all the time *sigh*

Umm … yeah … we go to Sheetz later, but I just get coffee ’cause I’m not hungry. On the way home, it’s raining, and for some reason, probably ’cause I’m worried about getting home and not being able to do anything once I get there, I get fuckin’ lost, so I get even more upset … then when I finally get there, I go upstairs, my dad’s still up, and basically said that he was worried about me before ’cause I said I’d be home at 10. Which I intended to do, but apparently I can’t unless Brian says it’s okay.

Also, my room is a mess, and it’s driving me crazy. There’s dust and crap everywhere, nothing is unpacked, half my boxes and furniture are in my dad’s room … *cries* I was really looking forward to coming home at a decent hour today and working on my room and seeing everyone. Is that so undesirable? God … I don’t know why I’m so pissed right now, I just wish this day hadn’t been a waste. I see Brian every frickin’ second I’m home, but sometimes I need a break. And see other people, namely my family, and be able to hang out at home like normal people. And do stuff besides drive back and forth. And worry about stuff … *sigh* *cries again* Anyway, I can’t deal with this anymore, I’m going to bed … maybe I’ll feel better in the morning

Wow, I’m weird, I go from not writing in here for days to more than one entry per day. Hehe. Also, before I go on to rant about Justin, I gotta say that my new favorite band is Flickerstick. They rock! Anyway, back to ranting … is it just me, or does it mean something that Justin doesn’t call me babe/cutey anymore? ‘Cause he did when we went out before, but he hasn’t since that. Should I be worried? I mean, everything else is going perfectly, but I’ve just noticed this. I’m probably just over-analyzing again … but yeah … anyone have advice? Should I ask him about it? *sigh* I hate noticing little stuff! It always takes away from you really enjoying the bigger and better part of something.

Well, g2g get ready for chemistry now, so I’ll TTYL. See ya.