Dear Diary, Last night I watched two movies (from 12:00 a.m. to 4 a.m.); The Sixth Sense and AquaMarine. Aquamarine was incredibly stupid and poorly-made, but I still liked it. The Sixth Sense was CREEPY. That was my first time ever watching it. And then I had to go to bed in my pitch-black house... It felt like there were dead people everywhere staring at me. AAAUGH! lol Today... Sucked. I actually got up EARLY (10:30) and went garage sale shopping. But that was not fun because 1: I went by myself and 2: I visited about seven garage sales and got ONE book. It was lame. The only redeeming part was driving around attempting to find addresses and following "Garage Sale THIS Way!" posters stuck on stop signs. It was like a treasure hunt! Tee hee! ...Except there was no treasure at the end. Ah well! Then I went to the library, but in the process I got in a fight with Cassie (via cell phone) so I got depressed and left the library without any books. Cassie is always SO busy, she hardly has time for me. She likes to work or hang out with her neighbors or cousins instead. (You should see my eyes. They're rolling at the lameness.) Then I came home and, surprise, got in a fight with my mother. She insulted me, so I told her to shut up, so I got grounded. Don't even ask me how that works. I just get so sick of my family sometimes. They treat me like I'm still a little kid, and I'm nearly seventeen! But I'm still the "baby" of the family and therefore I should not be allowed to do anything, go anywhere, or, heaven forbid, have an opinion. It drives me crazy! You know, my whole life I haven't wanted to leave home, and now I cannot WAIT until I get out of this place. Maybe I will go be a nanny. And I will go far, far away. Love, Lisa Ann