Wednesday, October 5- Life is fuckin' bullshit. No, hold off--SCHOOL is fucking bullshit. I get "caught" for "skipping" once, and all of a sudden I'm under like, fuckin' surveilance or some shit. Luckily, my mom's as pissed as I am at the situation. I mean, come ON, don't call my grandmother you old bastard. Power hungry pansy, that might as well keel over and die. I think tomorrow after the test I'm going to make an appointment with guidance, though, so I can let everything fuckin' spill. Anyway, today.. first of all, Cody showed up late & then we didn't end up going. Thanks, jail time. Then Mr. O'holloran just had to try to fuck with me. He'll only try that once more, I know that for sure--'cause I felt like kickin' him in the fucking head. What the fuck would I do without my mom, who I KNEW would support my shit--she actually made me feel better. Too bad I could be getting stoned & drunk right now. Fuck it. I had a nap after school, then we went out driving. Picked up a Darcy hitchin' and met up with Ryan--that made everything better. I loved it. Funny evening to end a stressful day. Last night, I ditched the car. It was bloody hysterical. Supposed to take the corner at 30, I get up to 65 and say "Wonder how fast we can take this fucker". Lose control & say "not very fast, we're ditchin' 'er" & the next thing I know we're in the ditch backwards. We laughed so hard, but just spun out & left. This weekend'll probably suck. FUCCCK IT THOUGH, I ain't worried. ;| Thursday, October 6- I just woke up, it's 11:07 and I've been asleep since after supper/vinny's. I'm so excited, the weekend isn't ruined & as far as I know we're still going out Saturday. I don't think I could be more happy about that, really. It's been a stressful week, though, so I can't garuntee shit doesn't hit the fan when we start drinking. Spent two hours in guidance today, it was pretty great--quite enjoyed it--all we did was sit and talk the entire time. Not a straight up questioning, where I'm being attacked, but a nice conversation where I was being treated like I'm more than some angsty teen. I need to stop eating as much. Well, I already have, because for a couple weeks I straight up binged. I need to stop even more though, I'm making myself sick. 'tis almost the weekend. :]