Okay, I didn't update all week. I feel horrible about it and a little congested on the inside. I will remedy that right now. It is 2:13 am. I am tired. I got up at 4:30 this morning (after only sleeping 3 hours) and rode in a car that smelled of a strange mixture of walnuts and gasoline all day. We ate breakfast at the Davy Crockette (spelling?) Restaurant and I drank some syrup. No, I didn't eat it on anything. I drank some. It made me kinda sick but oh well. I then thought it would be a wonderful idea to roll down the window all the way for the remainder of the trip back home. When I finally got home at 4 or 5 my hair looked something like Gene Wilder would if he stood in a windtunnel. It was hilarious. I'm not above laughing at myself. Anyway then (after some considerable time with a hair brush) we ate dinner at Shoney's. It was our waiter's first day so he was really nervous. I felt bad for him but he was nice to me and you know when you think you look horrible but then a guy checks you out and you think that you can't look that bad? Well that was me and the Shoney's waiter. And it was good. I left him a gigantic tip just for brightening my day. Then I had to see the person who fills me with horrible rage that I promised I would get rid of. Appartently I didn't get rid of it. I just ignored him and his hateful slimy face. Still I fumed inside. I don't know was this person inspires so much hatred. I know he isn't in my league at all. I don't mean that in a snobby way. I mean that things that I consider important are not important to him. Such as respect, manners, intelligence, equality, etc. He likes to think that he is some big mystery to everyone. Like no one could possibly understand him. But he's see-through. Maybe that's the problem. He is totally transparent with his intentions. Anyway, after I saw Slimy, Jenn and I went to Walmart and I bought the Dad Day gifts for my dad and step-dad. I saw two people I graduated with but they didn't acknowledge my presence. I'd forgotten that I'm poor white trash. Thanks Jennifer and Erin! Typical Woody Wil High bitches. I'm a duck, the water just beads up and rolls off my back. I've adopted that attitude towards everything in my life. I'm no longer going to let anything involving my family hurt me. It's not worth it to have the scars. I all ready have so many that I can't seem to cover up or hide. They are so obvious to people. It's like they are charms that I wear on a bracelet. My charm bracelet is getting full. Sidenote: Jenn (w1ck3d69120) has finally updated. She promises she will keep it up, so people go comment! Also there is a funny thing about me under number 4 so read it. :-)