So it's Friday. I don't like weekends. All "weekend" means at my house is that my bitchy step-dad is home all day ordering me about. Their priorities are seriously so messed up. They'd rather have me not do homework so I can sit in the living room and watch TV with them, than have me do well in school. I wanna shoot them sometimes. But anyways I don't want to talk about them all that much. Kiefer might come over tonight, and I'm excited. Oh, how I love that kid. So I THINK i know what college I want to go to. UCSB: major in Psychology, minor in Italian studies and Theater. That would be cool. But I dunno. I don't know what I want to do with my life. And it scares me. Like actually, I'm afraid of how my life is gonna turn out, like it won't be good enough. I don't know.