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.

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