So today was pretty much hilarious. But not really. Ok now it is. But like.......that's because it's late and I drank too much soda and I'm losing my mind. (Jordan's on a 3-step program what?) Hmm well earlier sucked. I woke up this morning to my mom yelling at me to Get out of bed or else I would be late for school but she didn't realize that I was going at 1 in the AFTERNOON that day. So thanks, mom. It's not like I had stayed up until after 2 in the morning finishing my homework for summer school or anything... So then I got ready and my mom started driving me to OFL and I was being quiet.....civil with her...I didn't start anything, mind you... And she starts on me. She starts talking about how she's always so unhappy to come home to a "mess" at our house and how she always has to do everything and yeah....her typical speech. I said nothing. Then she goes all martyr on me and starts whining about when I was younger she took care of me and my brother and that didn't pay so I shouldn't be mad at her for having a job now. ....what? I'm not mad at her. I was upset with her before when she didn't have a job. So like...why would I be mad about her having one now... I wasn't happy with her NEVER COMING HOME. Plenty of parents work during the day. THEY DO NOT SLEEP AT WORK. But yeah she's clearly missing the point... So she goes on and on and starts crying and I'm silently doing my makeup in the mirror next to her, trying to hold back my laughter. I don't know how she seems to honestly believe that she's actually a good parent. She really....really...isn't. And then she starts talking about how she has to come home to me being angry with her and how I shouldn't be. Umm.....I have just about every right to be unhappy with her, dontcha think? But yeah more guilt trip-ness. I can't remember it all, just that it was insanely funny. In a very dysfunctional sort of way. So we got to OFL and I just calmly and quietly got out of the car, she was still crying. The teachers...at OFL...got there 15 minutes late. It was hot outside, too. And this dude kept trying to make small talk with me. Un-pleasant. THEN my teacher had to leave to go somewhere on my last day of summer school when I was scheduled to take two tests. So I dunno how I did on either of them. Lameness. But yeah I finished that shit finally. My dad was 20 minutes late picking me up. And apparently after my mom dropped me off at school she went to my dad's to get a check from him and was crying and complaining about me and I dunno what else. The funny thing is that he pretty much told her that she was exactly like her mother was when she was my age. Ahahahahaha. Ha. If only I could have seen this... (tape recorders) Hmm so then I wasn't too very hungry. But my dad wanted to get me food so I was like ok well I feel like having fish tacos from Del Taco. (*insert dramatic music here*) So we order. All is well. OR - so I think. Meanwhile in the kitchen - the idiot woman that took our order fucks up my order and gives me CHICKEN SOFT TACOS WHEN I OBVIOUSLY ASKED FOR THE FISH TACOS OH MY GOD HOW DIFFICULT IS IT NFSWF IUAJSUDFN UASIF HANSIDFN A????????? Hence my aforementioned bout of racism. So yeah that pretty much made me snap. Everything that has been happening lately building up more and more and more and then what sets if off? Tacos. Why is it always something amusing that sets these things off...? Like my dad lost his business and is selling all of his machines and everything he owns basically and tacos make me flip?? Yeah okay... But that was pretty much my day. Other than that not much happening......Dave wants to go out with me still, C wants me to date his friend Scrapes, some dude in Castaic wants to date me, other things of that nature... My brother is in Visalia. Lucky little bastard. He gets to get away from....all this.... And I get to work tomorrow. JOY. BUT - - I get to go get drunk on Saturday. Weeee.....that'll be fun. My uncle is having a huge party at his place and tons of people will be there and tons of alcohol will be present and such. I'll probably get more people wanting me to draw for them, too. Coolness. And I'll have all of Sunday to sleep. Huzzah. Oh and I just realized it's the 11th. AAAAAAAAH A HUGE CRICKET JUST LANDED IN MY HAIR OH MY GODDDDDD *shudder*