I just posted this in my Xanga...
Mixed day. I want my dad to fucking GO AWAY. Jesus Christ.
But I'll start with the beginning of my day. Well actually, the beginning would have been at the Sum 41 concert last night, which was awesome. But this morning I went in to give Tara a hand with our new freshmen, mainly so they wouldn't think band sucked and that it was boring. I think I did my job! She also wants to have a little Tenor section party tomorrow at about 2, which might conflict with Tina's circus thing, but I'll work around it. Anyway, and then I went to Driver's Ed, and back home.
But then I had to go drive! Except it started raining... so I had to walk to school in the rain, haha. My hoodie got soaked! Oh well. And my driving was... interesting to say the least. I don't think that I did TOO bad, but I make turns a little too fast and don't stop enough when coming to a stop sign. Sorry! But it was my first time.
OK, and now that we're home... ugh. My parents are fighting again, but this time it's about how we have so like... NOT money. No money. At all. Like, we need to do something. So, that means, we can't spend anything. I want to sell some stuff... we need to get a new hosue, but my parents are going to get divorced as soon as we do, but, 2 shitty $100,000 houses = 1 $200,000 house in theory. Which is already trouble for us. I don't know guys. I don't think I'm going to have my new cell phone for that long... but I don't know why they keep doing that to me. Oh, and this means no more music lessons they told me. I can't take violin or sax so... eh.
Oh well. I can't talk anymore, too bored. And pissed - JUST because of the music lessons.
OK, and added on to my Xanga entry. I hate my dad. So much. He's all about this playing up the bit and making everyone cry and so none of us are ever happy in this fucking house. All my mom does is bawl, and they're so fake around my sister. Bah. I hate him, he makes the house so bad. I want my parents to get a divorce, but it just won't work out (I don't think). I hate BEING in the house, but it's not like I can just leave. That's why I'm happy that maybe I'll have something to do... just tomorrow though.
Ben
But I'll start with the beginning of my day. Well actually, the beginning would have been at the Sum 41 concert last night, which was awesome. But this morning I went in to give Tara a hand with our new freshmen, mainly so they wouldn't think band sucked and that it was boring. I think I did my job! She also wants to have a little Tenor section party tomorrow at about 2, which might conflict with Tina's circus thing, but I'll work around it. Anyway, and then I went to Driver's Ed, and back home.
But then I had to go drive! Except it started raining... so I had to walk to school in the rain, haha. My hoodie got soaked! Oh well. And my driving was... interesting to say the least. I don't think that I did TOO bad, but I make turns a little too fast and don't stop enough when coming to a stop sign. Sorry! But it was my first time.
OK, and now that we're home... ugh. My parents are fighting again, but this time it's about how we have so like... NOT money. No money. At all. Like, we need to do something. So, that means, we can't spend anything. I want to sell some stuff... we need to get a new hosue, but my parents are going to get divorced as soon as we do, but, 2 shitty $100,000 houses = 1 $200,000 house in theory. Which is already trouble for us. I don't know guys. I don't think I'm going to have my new cell phone for that long... but I don't know why they keep doing that to me. Oh, and this means no more music lessons they told me. I can't take violin or sax so... eh.
Oh well. I can't talk anymore, too bored. And pissed - JUST because of the music lessons.
OK, and added on to my Xanga entry. I hate my dad. So much. He's all about this playing up the bit and making everyone cry and so none of us are ever happy in this fucking house. All my mom does is bawl, and they're so fake around my sister. Bah. I hate him, he makes the house so bad. I want my parents to get a divorce, but it just won't work out (I don't think). I hate BEING in the house, but it's not like I can just leave. That's why I'm happy that maybe I'll have something to do... just tomorrow though.
Ben