This happens upon me after I went to Eric and Phatty's sites, both of whom have blogs up.
And I know that Allie said she was reading my journal recently. And anyone who reads Peter or Zack's could easily get to mine.
Eh, so much politics. And I hate to censor myself. And I've had so many locked posts this month. It's insane.
Whatever. If people don't like what they read or get offended, then they can either suck it up, bite me, or not read.
The parents went to Panera for dinner. They are bringing me home some soup in a bread bowl. I've sworn off going anywhere in public with them. Or at least with my mother. Especially when I'm in states like this where I'd probably be so unhappy that I'd end up crying silently in the car. Pure hell.
*sigh* And Charlie called me my mother the other day. Bitch.
Though even I have to admit a few similarities. Like how she wishes that this year's Florida trip could be like the past few years. I feel like saying "That's the past and you can't look back on it!!" when obviously I need the same advice. Me and my "I need a family for Thanksgiving."
3 Doors Down - When I'm Gone
Chevelle - The Red
Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet
Nirvana - You Know You're Right
Incubus - Pardon Me
Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah
Stone Sour - Bother
Sugarcult - Pretty Girl
3 Doors Down - Here Without You
Taproot - Poem
Our Lady Peace - Somewhere Out There
TRUSTcompany - Downfall
I need to be at school before 7:15 tomorrow for AWARE picture. Crew is at 7:35.
I checked my voice mail for the first time in weeks. 2 messages, from two of my Aunts wishing me a happy birthday. It's amazing how tired everyone sounds. Life has chewed us up and spit us out. Everyone is so worn out.
I wish I could make everyone happy.