date: january 27, 2000
time: 9:12 p.m.
listening to: mistake by serial joe.
talking to: aspen and gigi.
note: yes, this is the email i sent you, sara dear. i didn't want to have to retype all this shit. *smiles*
okay man, like, my life is shit. i'm so fucking serious, it's complete shit. here's what happened, right?
last night my parents got in this huge ass bitch fight, shit it sucked. i mean, usually, whatever, they're always in fights, you know...but then my mom leaves. tells me she's going to go to kentucky *grandparents live there* until saturday.
so he's like, "ohhh well do you want to talk about it?" cause he tried to fucking tell HIS side of the story and i was like "I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU", right? and he started anyways and i was like, "I THOUGHT I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU?" yes. i really did say that. as you can see, i don't hold much respect for my father.
meanwhile my mom just up and left and went to fucking KENTUCKY for a fucking three days! i hope at least she leaves himn this time, unstead of allowing him to fucking be an ass and hit me, hit her, hit fucking everyone he wants to. i'm sick and tired of his SHIT.
anyways, my mom came back, and that was after the scissors attacked my arm, so my arm's all fucking cut up. and then this morning she came in and told me to apologize and i was like "no fuckin way, i'm not sorry"...cause basically i told my dad to go fuck himself, called him an asshole, and told him he should leave cause no one wants him here anyways. so she tried to make me apologize, i refused of course, i'm not apologizing when i'm not fucking sorry, right? god. telling me he's like crying and shit, i was like "NO GUILT TRIPS!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" god. so that's basically it. the extend of the horror of last night.
today was a lot better, i guess. i was feeling really shitty last night and most of today at school cause i think i am coming down with the flu. (note: how do you "come down" with a sickness? i don't get it?) but right before third hour, julie was like "hey, did you see the new hanson ad?" so i squealed and she had the new YM, which had it in there, so she let me have it!! *jumps up and down* <--i really did that when i got it, by the way. and so that was happy. then i was pretty much okay the rest of the day.
until sixth hour (shakespeare) cause my crazy teacher, ms. zub, make us recite the intro to *romeo and juliet*. the catch? WALKING AROUND THE ROOM IN A FUCKING LINE, LIKE WE ARE IN KINDERGARTEN. wtf? exactly. i felt like i was five years old. *shudders* anyways.
i wrote a schload of new short short stories for creative writing, and i know i promised to get them up tonight, but i'm tired and sick, and i want to go to bed now. *waves* night night.