Thank you, mom, for pointing out that I lack confidence in myself.
Thank you, dad, for telling me to do things that will in fact make my headache worse.
Love you guys.

x_x *holds head*



Oh yeah. Completely given up on birthday dinner/movie with dad. My birthday was 15 days ago. He's too busy, why bother, anyway? Not that important, right? Also, I love how mom's more worried about my grades than my physical health now.

And >> I laugh at how dad was all, "You looove the dogs. You wanted the dooggss." Hah. It wasn't my idea to get EITHER dog we have. Suma was bought for me when I was in preschool, if you don't remember, old man. YOU, father, said we couldn't even keep her if you weren't the one to name her! Kirby was my grandma and mom's idea. I supported it because Suma's going to be gone in a couple years, if that. Make it hurt less when she goes, you know? And I don't give a rat's ass if you want the deck finished. It's not my problem, is it? Nope. Didn't think so. Sure, it would be nice to have a clean, not-splinter-filled deck to sit on during summer, but hey, I'm cool with the grass.

... I really should talk to mom about my fear.


I need lunch. I need to lie down. My head is kiiillling meee. -_-; Oh well... Having fun RPing with Jackie on MSN. Maybe I'll just go hide out in my room after I take the dogs out.