Ah, Gackt. Uhg, he's making me cry again. Drama. Omg, drama at the Robinson house. Alrightt, yesterday, my brother came in from work at lunch to take a shower. He put on his music while he did this (knowing Brandon it was probably pretty loud, but you could probably only hear it a little out on the street, but we had a side window open, so that didn't help matters) and then proceded to go for said shower. Halfway through the music turns off and Brandon comes downstairs to hear a shout of, "Turn that fuckin' shit off!" It was Ron, the next door neighbor. Okay, the people beside us are asses. The wife, her name is Maira (sp!) and she's just a bitch. Even I agree to that. I thought Ron was okay, and that he just went along with his bastard wife. I guess not. They come into our yard when we're not here, watch us when we leave or come in and have reported us to the police numerous times for no reason at all. Most of the time, I think her and my mom are being stupid. Like, holy crap, get over it-- you're acting like five year olds that want the same toy in a sandbox. So whatever. This morning, my mom phoned my Dad at work and asked him what she should do. He said she should report it to the police, so she did. So yeah. Thats about it. Today, the HEAL students had this... thing -- where people came in, Mrs. Rayner gave a presentation and thenw e were supposed to present our skills. It went fine. But we got alot of stares in the hallways (we were to wear our scrubs to school). So now, I have Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday off! Yay! Oh, I got a call back from the job people. She has a lot of interviews lined up, but if nothing comes of them, she'll get in contact with me. Boo hoo. Oh well, theres still a chance I could get the job. Anyways. Bye.