There is a beautiful car in my driveway and it is mine yet I cannot drive it.
I was so excited today to come to Connecticut. Nothing comes easy for me. I worked my ass off this year to get good grades so I can get a beautiful car. I kept an A average all stickin year. When I first saw the Mitsubishi Eclipse I was so in love. I knew that was the car for me. I did not want to look at any other car. I drove down that weekend all by myself for the first time, it was a 4 hour drive. But, I did it even though Chris begged me not to. My dad has had the hardest time registering it. So, he thought by Friday I could take the car before my trip. But no fucking people in California do not know how to send mail. I hate California and their stupid ass Citizen Bank. I hope California will just float off into the ocean with all the people on it. Sorry I am at my dad's house and I never sleep here, even if I wanted to I would have no place to sleep. To make a long story short everyone else in my fucking family is driving MY car first before me. I don't get my car after my fucking trip. Anyways I quit my job today to get a better job. My boss' were proud of me, I was so scared to tell them. I start working at Kinney's on August 4th. I miss Chris. I get to spend the whole week with him in Arizona. I am so excited about that. I saw The Guess Who tonight in concert. For old guys they really do freakin rock. The funny part was these two old fat lesbo's in front of Sarah and I. They were screaming and dancing *not a prettty sight*. But when they played American Woman and These Eyes every person there went nuts. But my pycho mom got bombed and at 11:30 at night I had to drive her to work. I hate driving in CT and at night. I do this volunteer crap at the hospital every Tuesday and Thursday with Chris' sister. I hate it. Even I am running around like a nut trying to find my way around this huge hosiptal or I am waiting around for these numbnuts who have no idea what the hell they are doing. This has been one crazy summer so far. I haven't worked out in decades. I need to start going to the gym again. I want to drive my car. My mom is going to drive it and fuck. Is it so hard to understand that I want to drive my car first? I thought it made perfectly good sense. My mom is a fucking crazy. The only thing she cares about is that stupid cafe. She doesn't cook, clean, and or care about her two daughters. I am so happy that this year is going to be my last year in high school. Then Chris and I can go off to college together. I will become a nutrionist and a fitness trainer and I have no idea what he is going to do. But, I am going to try to get some sleep. I will keep on writing when I get a chance.