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so Ali and I decided to hang out yesterday, since we never see each other once school starts... we got bored and drove down to Warren Dunes to bother Bree at work. Only her and Lisa were working, and it was pretty dead, so we just hung around and talked to them. Bree got off work at 9 and I never see HER once school starts, either, so afterwards we all went over and decided to spend the night at Ali's. Went to Meijer's to wander around and buy snacks, and then went back to Ali's house and ate chips and salsa and watched "Moulin Rouge".


Meant to go to bed earlier, since Bree had to be somewhere at 7:45 and Ali had to be be somewhere at 9, but the three of us were all sleeping on one smallish fold-out couch and with that close of proximity talking is kind of inevitable. so instead we just wound up having really weird 3 AM conversations. And eventually slept. I got the most sleep of anyone; didn't wake up until Ali left. And then I pretty much just got up and drove home and here I am. This music should be waking me up but it really kind of isn't.


Soooo yeah.

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So, okay, what the hell, everyone else is posting their schedule.


1st semester:
1st hour - French 5
2nd hour - Ind. Study Art
3rd hour - AP Lit 1
4th hour - Ethics
5th hour - Theatre Tech 1
6th hour - (see above)


2nd semester:
1st hour - French 6
2nd hour - Drawing
3rd hour - AP Lit 2
4th hour - Psychology
5th hour - Theatre Tech 2
6th hour - (see above)


No math or science anywhere on there. HAH. I win.


Except that 2nd and 4th hour might be wrong, I know what classes I have each of those hours but I can't keep what classes are what semester straight. I think that's right, though...


...Both parents are bitching at me about something entirely insignificant. SHUT THE FUCK UP, I AM NOT STUPID. Anyway.

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My father is a fucking asshole. I swear, sometimes the idea of moving out scares me, because one of these days he's just going to let my mother fucking choke to death. She has asthma and random stuff will trigger it... and he does NOTHING. I don't fucking get it. She was in the bathroom with her head in the sink, earlier, hot water running because steam helps, vomiting because she was coughing so hard, and I was running around trying to find her inhaler, while he SAT THERE IN THE KITCHEN, IN MY WAY, TALKING TO THE FUCKING CAT AND PRETENDING THERE WAS NO PROBLEM AT ALL. Holy fucking shit. What the hell is wrong with him? And he does this every time there is something wrong with her, leaving it to me to help. It just... arrggghhhhh.


And I just blew off Amy, she's having a little gathering at her house because school's starting tomorrow. And I feel vaguely bad. But you know what? I'm in a shitty mood and I am sick of being so fucking social all the time. I'll be back in school tomorrow and surrounded by people all the fucking time; the LAST thing I want to do tonight is be surrounded by people, even if they're ones I don't despise.


Fucking hell. I don't like tonight.