Quit Yer Bitchin

I'm not tired, but I really need to go to bed before I blow up...

I haven't had a good day, but it wasn't necessarily a bad day either. But the bad parts of it are eating me up, and I can't even appreciate the good parts.

I wish some people would just let me be. In that context, it may sound like I'm talking about a specific person, but I'm referring to a handful of people, and my problems with them are all completely different.

Sometimes I wonder why I even say things.

I'm talking to Marissa right now. It looks like she's most likely going to Kansas. It would've been cool to room with her in Memphis, but Kansas sounds badass and I don't blame her.

My mom has been giving me all kinds of hell about finding a damn $3000 scholarship. She's all pissed off that I missed the deadlines, and keeps saying her famous line, "I TOLD YOU!" when she didn't say shit. I specifically remember worrying about college back in the first semester of school, and she told me that I had plenty of time.

If I got to school in Memphis, $3000 is ALL it's going to cost me to go there because, thanks to my good grades (that you seem to have taken for granted, mom), scholarships have paid for the rest of it. All $80,000 of it. -.-

I guess the good part of today is that I went to this little consignment shop (and like all consignment shops, it smelled like old people) and bought 3 books. At least now I've got something to do over the break.

"Do it beautiful!" Ughh that just makes my blood BOIL! And this is why I say "quit wasting my time" because that is absolutely all you are doing.

I'm going to watch a movie and go to bed now.