Bleagh.
OK, it's only been the first week back since Christmas break, and I'm already bored out of mind and completely exhausted. School is driving me up the wall. I have too much homework, I have to write five more essays for my scholarship thing, and tomorrow, I'm being kidnapped by my parents and hauled off to Ludington (did I spell that right?) so I can spend the entire day with my mother's LOVELY side of the family...one of which just gave me a letter-lecture in my Christmas present, of all things, about how I "wear too much eyeliner" and "have a very stupid haircut" and "am too depressed and quiet and pessimistic to be living a happy life" and that "writing and art and music aren't going to take me anyplace - I need to use my talents and become a business woman, because I'd be so good at that!"
One, my friend, it's none of your business what I wear on my face, because it's mine, not yours. Two, I can cut my hair however the hell I want. Three, I am not depressed or pessimistic, thank you very much, and have you ever thought that maybe I keep quiet to keep from talking to YOU? Four, stop trying to dictate my life!
Rawr. =/
All righty, I'm done ranting, so...FUDGEBUNNY!