Wow. Could it get any more interesting? I mean seriously. It's insane. >>;; That's the word I use now instead of wierd or creepy or something that's indescribable. Like now, it's just so insane that I can't find the words to describe insane. Lol.

Um . . . . . I gots a new CD which I will get killed for . . . Actually 2 new CDs that I will get killed for. But I love the songs. XD The new Jonas Brothers CD and the soundtrack to Hannah Montana: The Movie.
My dad is being an ass. He won't make dinner until past 8 and he only makes dinner maybe once a week, if that. And he makes easy things, like frozen fried chicken. The kind you put in the oven and then it's done after a while. Grrr. And his mashed potatoes. He makes the ones out of the box. Eww. It tastes so funky. And he apparently told us that we had to make our own food tonight, though I didn't hear him. All I heard was I was supposed to tell Ali that he was going to The Dalles. And then guess what. He had dinner there. And now he's pissy becaus I asked what was for dinner. And we have nothing to eat. We have stuff for lunch, soup, chili, or whatever the fuck he likes, but hardly anything I like. It won't be the first time I go to bed hungry because I'm too stubborn to let him win. And yes, I'm aware I sound spoiled, but I don't care. It was the stupid fucking doctors in the piss ant town that killed my grandfather and killed any hope for me not being picky. So THERE.

._. We have no more Midol. And my stomache . . . area. . . is killing me. But somehow I'm still sitting here typing all of this. It's intense pain, not those mild ones, it's full blown, knock you off your feet pain. >< When I was younger, about 2 years ago, I believed if I curled up in a ball, the pain would all go away, but it never did. Hah, I was so stupid. -eyeroll- And I'm not really all that moody when I'm like this, pretty much the same, but right now I'm going from calm to extremely irritated. x3
I was in driver's ed for a while, it started sometime in April? And then got out on the last day of school, June 11th. But . . . I had my destination and final drive on the 25th. As well as my friend Shelby. Well, we waited for nearly an hour before walking around town. And we called all four of her numbers. No answer. And she didn't call back or anything. So, when she was having a yard sale today, we went over to talk to her, and finally got a new date and time set up. Let's hope that she goes through with it or Ali's mom won't be very nice. Since she IS the one who paid for both Shay and I to go to driver's ed. And Ali's sis is up too. XD Not a good combo if you piss them off. They are very opinionated and let people know.
. . . . . .. . My life . . . Sucks. x3 But it could be worse I guess. I could be homeless, could have no food at all in the house, could be in a foster home, could have no music or a computer at all. But . . . . It's always like I know things could be better, they could be way better, there could be more to my life. And when I need it most, I'm completely against the thing I was, but somehow need it more than ever.
And I'm spilling my guts to people who don't care. Yay, I'm talking to myself.