We'd rather it lit itself on fire or overdosed in a four-star hotel
I feel that I should update, although nothing of importance has happened to me. My parents are yelling at each other more and more. I wonder if they'll finally get a divorce after me and my brother move out, or if they'll continue to stay together for all the security and whatnot. They can't stand each other, though, so... eh. I'm going to leave for another singing session in about twenty minutes. The ninety minutes goes fast, and it's fun. Something to ~*~*break up*~*~ the monotony of summer. My mom keeps bothering me about eating, but I don't really feel like eating. When I'm hungry, I'll eat.
Still haven't put in any applications. I know I should, but I kind of want to wait until I have my permit, to maybe give my employers false hope that in six months, I can drive myself to work (when in actuality I have to wait a full year--yay family). But I'm still nervous about driving. I can so easily imagine myself getting distracted by a squirrel in a tree or a cat on the side of the road or something and crashing into someone's mailbox. Or someone's car. Or someone. I'm pretty sure it's either going to be Wal-Mart, or I'll get my foodhandler's license and apply at Subway.