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In other news. Monday is my day off and I'm awake at 7:42 because my father wants to get to Pep Boys before anyone else does to get tires put on my car. I hate him. I'm so sick. And this is how I'm treated. Absolutely ridiculous.
Nate is helping me work on convincing my mother to let me get a tattoo on my arm for christmas. She doesn't even have to pay for it. I just want her permission for christmas. I know, I'm 19, I should just go and get it. But they will ground me, and I wouldnt doubt it if my father would beat me. So I need permission.
School is going good. We get Miss Pat back on Tuesday which rocks because she is the best.