I'm currently listening to Queen's I Want to Break Free, and it adequately sums up my mood.

There is so much drama around my house that I just. I. Just. Want. To. Throw. Up. Dad is taking Mom to court for some reason that I don't know about, and some reason that I don't care about. Mom is pissed and is pumping a stressed atmosphere into the house. As a result everyone is irritable, and obnoxious.

Dad is being an asshole in general. He has stopped paying child support indefinately. Mom, being unemployed, has become rather accustomed to the eagle, and has been ripped. Now, I guess, she'll have to get a real job. I know I should be siding with my mother, but, to be honest, I just want nothing to do with either of them. They've both made stupid choices which are now falling on me and breaking my back.

I'm stressed beyond belief, but I'm doing a good job to hide it. I have a research paper that's past due, a physics lab past due, Robotics has been placed on the back burner, I'm trying to find a job, as well as a car, I have this student government thing that's breathing down my neck, and some of my friends are considering an apartment building prospect (which is feasible, but requires a lot of commitment. I'd hate to back out and have them not work on it.) . I already had a vacation, but I didn't do any of the school work I should have. That's no one's fault but mine, but its still eating me.

The cherry on the sundae, of course, is my orthodontist, who, after I'd asked a simple question, told me that I was "pissing [him] off." That's real proffessional, ain't it? Well, I simply laughed, pointed at my braces and calmly reminded him that "these are pissing me off." As I look back, he snapped and I kept my cool; It was pretty funny. My argument was simple: The overall condition of my teeth and dental health has deteriorated to a point of less that what it was before I put the braces on. They were put on to A)see if it would help with my migraines, B) fix my TMJ, and C) fix an overbite. It has only done C, but additional things have arisen which have compromised C. It's also created a whole bunch more problems. After a lot of arguing, I don't have to wear that ridiculous rubber band down the front of my face anymore. They aren't coming off anytime soon, but we're experimenting with some new procedures to see if it might hasten the process. I've already given these things two years of my life; That's how long they said it'd take.

Anyway, some good things have happened today, too. I hung out with Dan for a wee bit, and I really miss it. We aren't as close anymore, but I'm going to work on it. Dan and I are both running for Editor-in-chief for the Yearbook next year. DUN DUN DUN.

That brings me back to another point. Phil and I have been at each other's throats lately, and I don't know why. I just want things to be like they were... in the good old days.

That's not everything I had planned to write, but that's all I can remember. My memory has been acting odd lately, I forget things that I never used to forget. I have trouble remembering having done things, or having said things. It really scares me because I don't know what's going on. I can't think of anything that might have caused it. Sam and Phil just laugh at me, but I'm genuinely concerned.

Well, I have some more to write, two applications to fill out, an invitation to make, and some crap to fax. I'm going to bed early, even though I want to see LAO: TBJ.

I know why people drink so much.
*sigh* Oh, well. Que Sera, Sera. TTFN.

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