Argh.

My sister seems to think that her bitchiness is permissable and excusable because she has that damn external fixator. It's not.

My brother seems to think that I have a fear of white pants. I don't. I just am not fond of them.

I am tired of my family, and I can't even talk about it in my livejournal because my sister reads it sometimes and I know she'll start shit with me. My life is miserable right now as it is, I don't need it to get worse.

Sometimes I wish my life had been written in pencil, so I could go back and repair the mistakes I've made.

JEEZY CREEZY <$1 to Eddie Izzard>

FUCK IT ALL.

I hate my computer, I hate my family, I hate my life right now.

I want it to be June. I want to be out with drum corps.

I had the ENTIRE DAMN ENTRY typed up here, working on it and I LOST IT ALL.

I don't even remember everything I wrote.

FUCK YOU, TECHNOLOGY.

Thanks.

ARGH.

Well...

This week I've got to get out and do some university stuff, get my financial aid stuff in and call or e-mail Henderson to get a transcript sent to me. Registration starts Monday after next.

I really need to get back into my sit-up and push-up thing to help get ready for the summer. You can never start too early. (Cliche? Probably.)

Chels, I saw "Napoleon Dynamite" last night. So I do get to shower with you at camp. =P