Saturday, 10:15 a.m.   My Usual Wake Up Schedule Normally, since I woke up 45 minutes ago, I'd be ready for the day, but SINCE I'm grounded and am not going anywhere until my parents drag me to a "party" they want to go to. A "party" with Dan and Dawn, the people going to New Zealand at the same time as us, and a few people from New Zealand. This is not a party. I bet there aren't any people from New Zealand my age at the "party" so why bother? The kids of the people going to NZ at the same time as us are both way younger than me. I'm not hateful of this, no. It's my own fault. Stupid stupidity. I hate myself. And I took an online quiz I got off chelsea's diary and I got what I hated. "Indie." AKA "loser." Or Elitist. "Blah blah blah, I knew them before anyone else, now they are mainstream and they suck and you suck for listening to them." Just because it's Mainstream doesn't mean it's horrible. Sometimes mainstream things turn horrible to become mainstream, but sometimes they don't. sometimes, in my opinion, and don't shoot me for it, they get -better-. Oh well. I hate being grounded. And I really don't want my teeth extracted.