the time between thanksgiving break and christmas break >/= incredible SUCKAGE.
my dad told mary that i had a lot of anger. that he understands depression, but, "she's just so ANGRY. she's got so much ANGER." meh. whatever. i'm kind of angry because he kept on leading me on about being able to apply to CITYterm, but today he informs me that the IRS are taking everything and we'll be lucky to keep the house, so i can't apply. i'm angry because i was stupid in not stopping the application process earlier.
i want to apply for an afterschool job but he wouldn't let me. he says i need to wait for my mom to come home and that it would be too much stress. WHATEVER. i'm a sophmore, i don't do any work. i've got plenty of time to spare.
so, to get all my anger out, and frantically cleaned my room. smells nice, and is freakishly spotless. but i'm still not done with getting all my anger out. i shall find other methods.
i can't find my sketch/poetry/drawing/random thoughts book and i'm starting to get really worried. it's not any of the places i always put it. if that fell into the wrong hands... that would be fatal.
i have a lot of math and english homework to do, but i REALLY don't feel like doing it. i hope this is ok. stupid lack of medication. it will be administered, just as soon as my dad fills up the new perscription with the money we don't have. woot!
why is it that when i want to talk to someone, that person that i really need to talk to is never there? or always busy? argh.
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I'm sorry, I know you really wanted to go. Tell you what...we'll start saving now and after/during senior year we'll all go to new york and meet hot new york boys and have lots of new york fun. Well, I'll start saving after this summer...because my mom wants me to pay for a third of my Spain trip.
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