its just been a bad few days. last nite, was okay, but my car door flew open in the middle of 105. and that wasn't cool. not to mention not scary. but it WAS a sign that we should go to subway. which we did, after we went to salvation army. at which i bought a cool sweater, and a vest with scottie dogs, a pair of plaid pants and a suitcase. oh! and a shirt from Branson, Mo with hummingbirds and flowers and then bumper stickers that say I'll always be a country kid at heart. then we went to subway, where in the parking lot of starbucks, we spotted superman with a cape and a cigarette, with whom, we have a photograph.

and ate subway clubs on italian herb and cheese bread with everything except jalepenos and extra pickles with mayo and sweet onion sauce...nummy. we went to carmens and had a jolly old time taking photographs in our new clothes then we gathered in my van where the door doesnt close and the door doesnt open and drove over to jon silverdahl's house. me alli and beth stayed there and watched phantom of the opera on the projector/trees. it was nifty. then brando picked us up and we went and dropped off alli, due to her 11:00 curfew. and we stopped abruptly, caused by a red light. Beth's discombobulated body was sent flying into the air, while my leg mingled with the edge of my suitcase which felt the need to scrape off skin as well as leave a major bruise. at carmen's again, we ate cupcakes and then i brought Chelsea to her car, which was at my house, and then i turned around and went back. the third time at carmen's, we went to carmen's room and sat on her bed. well, more like everyone laid upon each other in a heap. it was, well, rather awkward. jon was making lewd comments about how hot brooke was.time for jon to leave. jump in the car. through two doors, the front two, the back sliding one doesnt seem to want to open OR stay shut. brandos huge excursion feels the need to be so huge it takes up two parking spots in the driveway. so i proceed to back out, being extra cautious as to not hit the stupid vehicle. instead. i hit the tree. i bring jon home, whilst carm adn brando cling to each other in my backseat. return to carmens, yet again, barely pulling into the driveway, a little fourteen year old who looks a little like me, decides now would be a good time for her to tell me she would like a ride home. normally, this wouldnt have been such a big deal, had my car decided not to be stupid and my frustration&irritation level up 29475%. i dont know. so i freaked at that. and started crying. i ended up driving her home, while she managed to freak out at me, telling me how im the spaz and all these wonderful things a person needs to hear when she's angry and frusterated. carmie came over and spent the nite with me. i needed that. im glad i have her around. 7:00 wake up call. go upstairs and watch moochie and duane. i fall asleep. carm ends up babysitting, which i always feel bad about. she says its no big deal, but still. mom and dad come home, after madi has left. mom tells me i need to communicate more wiht madi in order to avoid things like this. but excuse me, when was it my responsibility to be her taxi? never, as far as i was aware. eat lunch talk to carlee talk to joanna mom i guess was going to drop off duane at a friends house. i quick put on my plaid pants and moose sweater and run to the car.mom tells me i cant go dressed like that so i leave my purse in the car and go get on jeans a red long sleeve shirtwith a black children shirt with red over it. and then the scottie dog vest. nope cant wear that either. i proceed to find out that duane has decided its nessecary to take MY purse i bought yesterday adn take all my things out of it and dump them all over the seat. Great. so i grab my stuff and try to grab the purse, to which, she resists. mom interveins, grabs my purse and throws it to duane. i tell her that i know she hates me and whatnot. storm into my room. she follows me adn tells me how i need my room to be clean before i leave for punk rock prom. and we all know how much i love that. and madis gettin rather sickening always calling me selfish and whatnot. being as she is the perfect one. the only reason she'd be prefect is because she tries to be me. always saying "your face" which was started by me at sarah's and i know i shouldnt start this whole copying thing because i know im evidently not so orignial, as everyone has proceeded to tell me multiple times. i just. i hate it when she does it. its her. its all her. i swear she hates me. no, really. she is always on everyone else's side. sarah's going to prom. getting dressed as i type this. and im so sad. i want to be there. i want to see her, i know she'll be beautiful, just as jenna was last nite. i just. i dontknow. prom...was one of our big plans. something we never said out loud but knew it would be something we'd do together. all of us. and now i dont know whats going on. i just..i wish i could be there.