I think I'll go through my entire life never living a day as freaking insane as today. It was long. It was a [to use the sucky analogy] roller coaster ride. I woke up in my backroom. Liz and Krista slept over. Noobit was the wakeup call for breakfast. I got to Your Way Cafe, our traditional place to have breakfast. We go once every weekend. Today's accomplices: Noobit, Liz, Rachel, and Meg. We drank lots of coffee and talked about lots of stuff. I love our breakfast trips. I look forward to them all the time. So I go home. I get into this huge ass argument with my mom. She was telling me how she doesn't like who I'm hanging out with because she doesn't know what 'they are about.' What the fuck? I told her that I do. And i have a judgement of people and it's pretty good so I asked her to respect that. I started crying because I got so frustrated that I can't be free to hang out with who i want to. I was overwhelmed with the thought that I'll soon be 18 and be able to live on my own, with whom I want. I got ready for the 'work meeting' that was called for 'all' employees today. I go and it was me and Rachel. That's it. He tells me 'you can stay til 6 right?'. Hell no. He told me we were covered for the Super Bowl. After that fight with my mom, my nerves were on the end. I started crying again. He took me away and said I wasn't working weeks anymore because Jess was coming back from maternity leave. I was going to be used 'whenever they needed someone now.' Bullshit. I wasn't gonna be walked all over. I left work. They got someone to cover for me. I walked home in the cold and the snow. It felt good though. I could cry and you couldnt tell. My face was already wet from the snow, and my nose was already red from the cold. I went home and ran past my family straight to my bed, where i love to go when I feel shitty. I put my fleece sun blanket on me, and just cried. I picked up my sketchbook and drew like a madwoman. Dad came up to talk to me. Obviously the first thing I said to him was my typical 'I Don't wanna talk about it.' I usually do that. IF i dont talk about it, I can deal with it easier in less time. When i talk, it drags out and I feel shittier longer. USUALLY. But Dad got me to talk. And it felt good. He listened really good, and told me stories that related. He's just a good guy. Always willing to be there for me when I need it. He hugged me and gave me a beer. I love my Dad. I truly do. He treats me like a person as well as a daughter. I like that. So i cheered up. A little. I was still having a hard time smililng. We went to the Z's super bowl party. The pre-game show rocked. Stevie Wonder and India Arie performed- two of my favorites. I wanted to see my friends so I went to Liz's. The second I got there, I got drunken bearhugs and 'i love you's'. I felt wonderful. My friends, my family. I forgot about everything shitty instantly. I drank some of Noobit's wine. Took pictures with Jenn and Julie. Danced crazy with Meg, Liz, and Stace. Fixed the keyboard with Randi, who found ESC and F10. It was awesome. Until.. *dun dun dun* chaos happened. We dealt though, and I wasn't afraid. I drove everyone to Katie's. Before falling asleep, Katie performed Rent for me. As she knows, this puts me in a great state. I had dreams about Randi, and then I woke up and chilled with him in the morning. We listened to music while I ordered French Toast from Katie's Bob Evans and I destroyed the Zebra- but sh. I didn't, Randi did.