I GET TO GO HOME TOMORROW!

While my friends who got to go to fucking London for the past week are probably groaning on the plane after a night of re-enacting the end of Ashland last year ("Can't we stay? Pleeeeease? Just tell the school that we all got lost, or killed, or missed out plane and can't afford new tickets! Pleeeeease?"), I am jumping ( Read more... )

I feel better after having my little tantrum earlier. I'm not really "happy" or "zen ( Read more... )

And, by extension, this godforsaken place.

If someone looked at me right now, they would call me crazy. Looking at myself in the mirror made me say that, so a stranger thinking it is not out of the question.

I'm crying, my face is turning red, and everytime I open my mouth the only things to come out are garbled noise and half-words, along with weird ( Read more... )

I got two movies today.

"Sweeney Todd" (which I just finished watching while eating a pastie) and "Fight Club" (which the Wal*Mart back home does not have, but the one here did).

We also started looking for prom dresses (seeing as I get to go, it is officially decided) for moi. The logic is that if we get one here, no one back home will have it.

We ( Read more... )

I had a better day today.

We went to town. Wal*mart yielded mango juice and a second-hand bookstore gave me four new books. I got a new Bronte juvenilia book, 'Robin Hood', and my very own copies of 'A Clockwork Orange' and 'The Bell Jar' that I can mark up for comp and further terrorize Barker with my tiny handwriting.

The lady at the bookstore, she ( Read more... )

I was out of the car for less than five minutes when the bitch came at me.

'Open the gate', mom says.

You have to open the big gate to get into the yard and park whatever vehicle we came in.

I hopped out. I opened the gate. Grandma's yorkie-devil ran at me, like she does everyone, all terrier-bounce and high-pitched yips.

Of course, she doesn't sink ( Read more... )

The following conversation happened earlier today between my and my mother.

Me: (after hearing snippets of a conversation between my mother, grandmother, most-hated uncle and his ex-stripper wife) So...we're going to their house for New Year's?

Mom: No.

Me: (thinking) Oh, thank you god.

Mom: They're coming here on New Year's.

Me: (trying to find hope) ( Read more... )

The first half of Christmas went very well. Everyone in the house recieved many fitting and wonderous gifts from one another. Mom liked my cheap offering of 'Harry Potter' DVDs; I quite enjoyed her gift of four voice lessons (I split my lip some when I tackled her injoy). Also, my Grandmother got me my hardcover of 'Wuthering Heights' (mom told me ( Read more... )

Technically I am still 17, as I wasn't born until 7 pm Pacific Time, but it's close enough.
I'll do a run through of the day, in order of events.

In the middle of a dream and filled with only 5 hours sleep (being a nerd'll do that to ya) I was woken up by the Aunt and Uncle of the house singing 'Happy Birthday'. I managed to remain still, despite not ( Read more... )

My aunt and uncle (the other, polar opposite ones) have arrived at the house. 
They showed up shortly after I finished watching 'Prince of Egypt' (wrong holiday, but it's in the Bible at least) and started in on switching between a tabloid show and Celebrity Deathmatch (no one can do tv box transitions like I can).

Mom is staying up to chat with her ( Read more... )