I ate food...ug. Too much. Anyway, hello faithful readers (all...none of you). I'm finally back from my private entry whiplash. I feel a little sick right now...maybe if I would've eaten more slowly it would've gone down easier. Meh. Had quizbowl today -- I was almost excited because I might've gotten the chance to be an alternate, had the stupid moderator not gotten sick. Of course, the one time I might get to play, where am I? Alternate who doesn't get to play because lady is stupid. Probably ODed on dimeatapp. grumble. says she has a PHD in english but can't even fuggin read. grumble. On a happier note, I got my soc done today. This makes me happy. Now all I have is my Senior Project, which he needs to go over with me anyway. On a worse note my dad yelled at me for doing my homework, even though he yells at me if I don't have any. Fucking lovely. *sigh........* Deep breaths will make this better. think of things I love. Carla. Sleep. Carla sleeping. Carla. Music, bass guitar, guitar, carla, carla with music, dancing with carla, did I mention sleep and carla? I feel like my head is going to explode, because of his shit. I'm always a "fuckin failure" to him. I love it. I guess I'll always be a fuckin failure. I doubt there is anyone else who believes that I'm a failure, but it feels amazing hearing it from your own father. sigh....I need carla. really badly.