I didn't go to school today. Again. I have to do my last Ryman assignment, which is a self-portrait. Ugh. I really am not in the mood to draw today, however. But still...I kinda have to. Yesterday was my mom's birthday and Ron took her to the beach on Wednesday night and they've been there since then. He bought her an extremely expensive dinner and they ate it by the beach, which sounded nice so I hope to GOD that she'll be in a good mood when she comes back. But yeah...whatever. I have no idea how I'm supposed to get all the credits I need in time for graduation. In fact even if I do graduate, I don't think I'll be going to the ceremony. It seems like a bit of a joke at this school. All I want is to be away from Santa Clarita without people after me to go back to high school for whatever reason...I'm sick of feeling like I'm in a daycare center like I have for the past 12 years. Wednesday (Steve's birthday) kinda sucked, too. My mom had me stay home to help her get ready for the dinner we were going to make for Steve. I had no idea that so many people were coming to our house so I was like yeah ok...sure...so I stayed home and wrapped his presents and worked on some of my stuff from school. But we didn't have everything I needed to make the cake so I had to wait until my mom got back from dropping the trailer off at the beach to go to the store. God I need my license... So I started making the cake around 6ish and my grandmother showed up (I had no idea that she was coming and I almost died when I found out) and then a few minutes later my grandfather got there. Ugh. I was mixing the cake batter and my grandmother walks up and sticks her finger in it. I was like.....what...the fuck...THAT'S DISGUSTING. Don't EVER do that again. Eww. So I started baking the damn thing when my uncle, his girlfriend, and my cousins show up. What the fuck? I take the cake out of the oven (it's in two layers, so two different pans) and I manage to get one layer on the plate after it cooled. I frosted it and all of a sudden my cousin comes out of nowhere and she's like OH LET ME PUT THE SECOND LAYER ON IT and she grabs it and it breaks in half. Like...before I could even react. Then Steve is standing right there and he grabs part of the cake that broke off and he inhales it. So like...the cake is missing one quarter of the top layer....it looks retarded...and the kids are already getting into the frosting. I was going crazy. That's not even a good enough word for how frustrating the entire day was. Insanity. Not only that, but then my grandmother starts attacking the cake, too. She steals my can of frosting while I'm not looking and she's dipping shit into it and my uncle's girlfriend is taking pictures the entire time... I think my uncle must have smoked like...a huge blunt or something before coming over because he and his girlfriend were going crazy. I was just like.....ok...I give up... Luckily my mom and Ron weren't there, they went to pick up the pizza from Vincenzo's. So I just went and chilled on the couch. Whatever. My mom got there and she was pissed. Obviously. So Wednesday was a bit of a disaster...haha and my mom was like Oh Sam why don't you have some of your friends come over?? Ha. Haha. ha. But yeah thank god that's over. I've just been in a really...shitty...mood lately...I haven't been going to night school as often as I should be. There's just...too much going on. Oh but a good thing is that I got my pictures taken of my portfolio on Monday so I can make them into slides now. Finally. Ok I'm spent.