You know, I am aware it's a bad thing to wish one's own father dead, but damn it, I can't motherfucking help it. He's such a fucking dick to me! I asked Mum if she could run through Addison around 9 tomorrow to pick up my shoes (I left them in Mansfield) from Court and Megan. WELL. Asshole (I'm picking up Gina's loving nickname for Christian for me da) flipped shit and accused me of lacking ambition.

All right. I lack ambition. I just spent 7 hours working on my class float today, I'm Student Council secretary, I'm National Honor Society social chairman, I'm in drama, chorus, Academic All-Stars, and bowling, I have Driver Ed twice a week after school, and I go to school Monday-Friday from 8 to 3, yet I lack motherfucking ambition.

I wish he'd just hang himself and get it over with. I'm sick of him being around. I wish he and my mum had divorced a long time ago; I wish I could move out; I wish he hadn't stolen my money for college (about $10,000 to be exact); I almost wish he'd never been born. Then I wouldn't be here, he wouldn't be fucking everything up, and my mum might actually be happy.

AUGH! *kills sire*

Random song quote: "Here we go down that same ol' road again." <How appropriate. -_-

--The Pirate Celt