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9.24.2005

Kablam.

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.

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