Well, my family decided to implode. My mother has kicked out both my sister, my brother and her, er, Gary's dog. Everyone thought that I was exaggerating when I say that my mother is crazy...

My sister is moving to her friend Missy, and then she is going to start school in the Boston Area while living with my aunt and uncle.

Kodi has moved in with my grandmother. I hate it. He might be moving to Boston, but not without my Aunt gaining full custody... I don't think that that will be a problem, my aunt fending off my psycho mom, who obviously doesn't want it, and my crazy scientologist father. Apparently they are already having legal issues.

I have to pee really bad, but I don't want to get up. Blah.

I have to get moving on this college stuff, and I need to work on my Business Plan. I really need to get my plan going, or finished. It's already started, but it isn't finished. I want to just make it so that I don't have to depend on anyone. I don't like being dependent on my grandmother, or my mother, or my father. I've also been informed that there will be no college assistance. I had assumed so since the beginning but I have been alwasy clinging to hope.

Anyway, to make a sad situation more sad... PHil and I are fighting more. He blames 'it' on me. I might as well explain everything for those of you who are interested. When I moved into my grandmother's house, and my life was in a 'rough time,' Phil and Sam decided to stop being my friend. The reason they gave me was cruel and hurtful. I wasn't spending enough time with them for them to continue to be my friends. I tried explaining my situation over and over, and asking for not help, but for tolerance. Just enough time to get over it, and a little understanding. But, somehow, that's my fault.

Apparently, Phil tried calling me, and I ignored him. He then decided that he was going to reveal every secret that I ever told him, which was everything, to anyone who would listen. He gets upset at the smallest things, and retaliates somehow, and then expects me to be best friends again. I can't keep doing it. I can't and I won't. I'm sorry, Phil, if you're reading this. But, I just can't do it.

In other news, Dan has broken up with Michelle, but is feeling unhappy. Blah. I do feel as though he has made the right decision, and I know a dozen or so people who feel the same way. He is upset now, but he'll get over it. I know he will. He has a whole bunch of friends who will help him.

College. I have to get started. But, bah.

Apathy is the best medicine.

OMG. Look up some new pictures of the new Jaguar Xk... Gorgeous.

¶ 14:48

Long time no post. This was going to be a short one, but my last one was really short.

I'm watching Comedy Central and Trigger Happy TV is hysterical. Seriously... it is so freaking funny.

Anyway, things are great. School is easy. Mike and I are exclusive, and he is one of the greatest things that ever happened in my life.

I have just heard word that there has been an event in Dan's life, that I must immediately attend to. Sorry. I guess this will be a short entry.

Ask me specifics.

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Gasp. There just aren't enough words. :-)

¶ 19:38

Gasoline Prices

I thought that this was nifty.

Mike came back from Florida today. :-) We hung out and he taught me to drive a standard. I had a very nice afternoon...

¶ 20:37

Allow me to begin by saying... I don't care about the hurricane. It's not my problem, and as unfortunate as it is, I just don't care. Cut the shit with the telethons, bring down my gas prices, and Geraldo: stop crying.

Gas, which I need soon, is at like 3.20ish a gallon, and I think I'm going to die. I've decided to start a company that will retrofit existing gasoline fueled internal combustion engines to run on gaseous hydrogen. It's been done in the past, and I am going to perfect and market it.

Speaking of which, I'm in the process of writing a business plan for Hyre, as it will be called, and I need to find investors. Anyone interested??? If you have any mechanical know-how, expect to be asked many questions about the mechanics of engines... I know the basics, but somethings I don't fully understand. I shall call my process 'FYG' which, of course, is short for Fuck You Gasoline. <3

In other news, Mike is in Florida. He's going to the beach today as he did yesterday, and I'm kinda jealous... It sounds kinda pathetic, but I miss him. I've known him for about two weeks, but I can't stop thinking about him. Everytime I see a nice car, I think, OMG, where's Mike. He says he needs to talk to me when he comes back to CT, and I am pondering as to what... He says its nothing bad. His step-mother, Mary, wants me to come down to Florida. Randomly, on my way to Friendly's last night, I realized that I never asked what he liked to be called. I texted him, and said most people call him Mike, but I can call him whatever. I shall call him Montgomery because it's cool. =]

I went to the mall with Erik to get presents for his dad's birthday, and I got into a fight with Phil last night. I hate when people think that being drunk is an excuse for being an asshole. I don't want to dwell on it.

My grandmother is deserving of a big 'GRRRR'. She's been gettting on my nerves so much lately. She expects me to be home all the time, and she expects me to include her in my life, and that's just not going to happen. She guilts me into coming home at 10 O'clock, and makes me eat three meals a day with her, and she still complains that I'm not home enough. I have to be home at 5:30 every night for dinner, and if I'm not, my cell phone is ringing at 5:31, and if I'm not home at 10, my phone is ringing at 10:01...

Let me settle one rumour. I never asked to move in with her. I hated Maple Street, and when Mom kicked me out, she told Grandma I was moving in with her. If I had a choice, I would not be there. I don't know where I would be, but it wouldn't be there. She's so controlling, she asked me a hundred questions before I leave: "Where are you going?" "Who are you with?" "When will you be back?" "What are you going to do there?" "Are you leaving?" "Who are you going to be with?" "Why don't you stay here more often?" "When are you going to help me with stuff around the house?" "How are we supposed to get this house settled?"

Another motivation for my company; less time at home, and if things really take off, my own home.

I'm pretty hungry, the only thing I had to eat today was... well, a sundae at 11 last night.

Oh god, school on Tuesday. :-(((((((((( I shall shed a million tears.

¶ 14:07