So yesterday...totally had a leak in one of my tires... so I decided to play it safe and drive the wagon to school.
Yeah. Totally broke down on 270. Totally missed all of my classes, missed my voice performace, and getting back my HUGE english paper. Totally had to pay $114 to get it towed back home.
Play it safe my ass.

OK. Enough with this self destructive crap. So my life isn't exactly 'peachie.'
Time to get over it. I mean, I'm still allowed to cry and be in a not-so-happy mood... but I'm getting behind in my daily functioning.

I need to get a job. Face the facts. Dad can't help pay for drumcore because he needs to pay for his treatment and surgery... SO HE CAN STAY ALIVE. That is a good thing. He is making a smart decision. Yes. Woo.
So what if I can't march? Who knows if I would have made it anyways. I'm getting ready to throw in the towl at PB anyways. It just isn't worth it. I'll find the kids someone more qualified. Get myself out of that poopbucket full of drama.

And hopefully I'll be moving out for spring semester. Into a place that I'll actually feel comfortable in. WOO.
And I like being at home for a lot of reasons. Love, support... being around people who attempt to make you feel good. Safe. But too safe!! I want to be on my own again!! Just be patient... your family needs you. And you don't have selfish little pricks to deal with at here. Well, Mike isn't thatbad.

And boys... well... they suck even when your life is going well. You don't want or need one anyways. Go cuddle with your cat. And read a good book. Icecream is good too. Mmmmmn.

Now, Liz. Go visit Nonnie. She needs you to be strong. Literally. You hafta help her walk to the bathroom.