Yesterday I recieved this "official application" to apply for being a contestant-thing for Miss Pennsylvania. Or something odd like that (I don't really remember what it was called, and I don't want to go look it up either.) And like, I thought it'd be fun and I asked Ryan and he told me to go for it because if they didn't pick me that they're crazy. He thinks I'm gorgeous. So, then I showed my brother (he's nineteen, and an immature asshole) and he's like "oh I'm showing mom and telling her that you want to go." And I was just like whatever. So then I go into the room my mum and bro were in and was Jeremy, where'd you put it? and he was like Mom threw it out. And then my mum looked at me and was like You seriously didn't want it right? It's not like you'd make it into something like that. It's for girls that enjoy this stuff. This isn't you. And then the whole night my parents and my brother made fun of me. =( It makes me feel so terrible that my own fucking family doesn't even believe in me. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF WHEN THE PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEEN THERE FOREVER FOR ME DON'T? ------------------------------------------ Okay. Nothing really happened today. Oh well. I did get an 81 on a Spanish test...so I probably brought my damn average up. =) I need it. A LOT. Well, ummm, maybe I'll make another entry later if something spiffy happens. The chances of that??? Next to nothing. =(