http://wiki.ehow.com/Deal-With-Impossible-People I am an impossible person. That article says that if you are impossible, you won't recognize it, but instead, you'll recognize someone else as being impossible. But I recognized myself right away. I wonder what that means. Anyway, I need to paint my drama project. I made numerous arrangements to paint my drama project, but there's always the usual force stopping me from finally finishing. Do you want to know what's ridiculous? When your mother tells you you're not allowed to work on your drama project, which is due tomorrow, until you finish your brother's spanish project, which is due next week, and quite obviously, your brother's, and not your own. This is probably a stupid, self-centered, grievous, uninteresting entry, but I needed to write it, because no one but myself cares. I don't expect them to, anyway. Everyone has their own problems. I just seem to have more than usual lately. Everything in the world is stressing me out, and I'm under an incredible amount of pressure which I've been refusing to recognize, because I'm not a kind of person who handles stress very well. Or at all. But I know that everyone is constantly stressed out, so I don't consider my situation out of the ordinary. Just, incredibly unwelcomed. I still have to buy all of the Christmas presents I've chosen for everyone, find money for the presents, apply at Crystal Bar, finish my drama project, and make AJ's pinata for Christmas present money, if he sticks to his deal. My mom keeps having random bouts of insanity, and everything I do or say during them is punishable by a slap in the face and a nice grounding. I'm constantly asking my parents for money for either Mexico or Florida, and every time I do, they get more and more annoyed, like they never agreed to allow me to go on the trips to begin with, even though they did. My parents canceled their memberships to the YMCA, and bought a treadmill for themselves instead of the computer for my brothers, a much-needed purchase which we had agreed on as a family. This is all in addition to the countless pages of math homework I don't do, every single night, and my increasingly suffering chemistry grade, which is probably due to an extreme lack of sleep and Mr. O'Leary's voice. Everything seems to be not working out, even though it probably is, and I'm too busy to notice when things go right. Normally, I would go to a friend for help, but that stops working when you get to high school and everyone gets piled with their own problems. I don't blame anyone though. Except myself. I spend way too much time with friends instead of focusing on things that I should, like homework, piano, and sleep. I'm going to regret it all later, but at the moment, friends are the only thing keeping me from slipping into an apparently unexpected severe depression stage. I hope no one just read all of that, and if you did, I apologize for wasting your life.