Small shadows peeped around the corner today. Quite unpredictable and emotionally destructable. Another family feud tore plans to tour Europe into shreds, which I linger to believe will be pieced together again despite the pessimistic pleas of my parents. What fuels my frustration to an even greater degree is the fact this was a surprise attack. Like the innocent martyr, I only desire to pursue my education at Governors School in Charleston; however, the maternal head of my family is exerting psychological slurs to accuse me of self-conceit. Now I understand the puppet masters means of diverting me. One question for the parental council- plead in a wrongly accused criminal seeking justice- why did you repeatedly nod and constructively dish criticism of my essays in support of the application process, but leave the financial issues at bay? Perfect way to end the week. I'm self-conceited, surrounded by accusers, and isolated from the art musuem, my one refuge. I sound, to quote the mainstream adjective, "emo" right there.