I have five damn minutes to write this. I got grounded from my home computer because, get this, I freaking PASSED all my classes. Three C's, two B's, and two A's, and yet my damn ass [blank]ing father is just a bitch about the whole thing. "THAT'S NO ECKS-Qs!!!" he says in his accent. So now I'm in the same boring gonna kill myself today routine that I've been wallowing in since I was 9. I wake up at six AM, get dressed, lay back down on the sofa and watch the news, wait to hear the agonizing voice of my father storm past me in the hall way saying, "Melissalesgo." Then we get in his car, go to his freezing cold ass office, I get him his damn coffee (one spoonful of sugar), read some Psalms, then come back here for ten mins and type this while waving to a bunch of people who work here and call me cute and tell me that I look like my dad. People, do you think I WANT to look like my dad? Thank God my mom is so beautiful or else I'd have come out looking like King Kong on a bad hair day.

I'm trying to hook Carlos and Susie up but it's getting hard. He's coming to high school with me, and he's really cute and sweet.

[Blank]. I hear the keys rattling behind the door. My dad is coming in here and he's gonna say, "Lesgo." .... yep, he did.

Damn father...why won't he just go live in Guatemala, away from his family like he aways talks about!

He's nagging, now. Bye.