So my weekend in one word. ‘disappointment’ It was a bore, other than getting really fucking high on Saturday, and Sunday. Kevin didn’t call me, like previously promised. And Halifax sucked. The guys were huge assholes. All their shirts were for skinny people, and just being there made me feel incredibly fat. However. Halifax sounded really good. And I was at the front, and I sang into the microphone. So, that was Sunday. Saturday, was a okay. I got a from first to last shirt that I’m sharing with my sister. And some spikes for my bites. I got really high with my sister in the backyard, and I felt pretty awesome. We played boggle. And wow. My mom knew. She probably hates me. I miss my brother. I havent seen him in too long. It’s not fair. Gah. Since last Thursday. So, it’s 3 30 am. I’m still up, obviously. Hmm. I should finish my novel. But I just, feel so uninspired. I’m hoping I can write better now, that I’m off prozac. I mean, I got a diary since then, so things are looking up in that regard. I went to see INXS with my dad tonight. It was really fun. I hope my dad had fun. He says he did. He deserves it. I am a total bitch to him most times. He seemed to have fun. It was a really good concert. They played for a good hour and a half. And my dad got a shirt. The guy I’ve been missing, well, he msged me, and we’re talking again. We’ll see how long it lasts. Friday I went to Rick’s to put cornrows in his hair. The problem being I have no idea how to french braid hair, let alone cornrow someone’s hair. So we ended up, deciding it was futile, and just watching house of 1000 corpses. I like rick, he’s cute. But he’s 20. too old for me. Plus I heard a lot of stuff about him, and how he cheats on girls and fucks and runs. But he really really doesn’t seem like he’s that type. Oh well. I babysat today, I made 10 bucks, but I spent it on parking at INXS. I mean, my dad paid for a lot. It was the least I could do. What else… Tomorrow jennifer is suppose to be calling :( I shouldn’t have emailed her back. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t know what I want. Ahh. :( Thursday is DBT starting over. I feel like an idiot. And it’s family therapy. I hate my life.