Dad sucking up
2001-08-19 5:42 p.m.

I'm hungry. I would be doing something about that, but my mom is making dinner. It smells gooood, onion and garlic and stuff, mmmm.

I feel so utterly disgusting. I had to be at work at 9 this morning. Any guesses on what time I got up? heh, try 8:58. Yeeeeah. Well, by some miracle of nature, I managed to punch in at 9:18. This means that I simply got out of bed, but on pants, changed my shirt, slipped on my birks, grabbed my little bag, and left. Nope, I didn't even brush my hair. See? Like I said...I don't care anymore. I managed to remember to grab a clip though, so I could put my hair up.

Then I worked for 8 hours. Now I'm home.

But Ms. Pratt bought me a bagel this morning! And didn't even ask why I was so damned late. So it's pretty good.

hmm, well, I'm hungry. And how I feel is uncertain yet...depends on what I do tonight, and what I do tomorrow. I should make it good, huh? This should be me deciding how I want to be for the next two days...totally.

Oh, and my Dad has decided to suck up to me. How nice! Yesterday he shrunk my PJ pants. That bothered me. DON'T DO MY LAUNDRY! anything my father does makes me mad...I'm really unfair to him. But he totally gets on my every nerve. Tuesday he's taking me out to eat at the Olive Garden. Then he wants to go to the Maine mall. ugh. It's cool...he's paying, I love the olive garden, but damn...that could get rough. We never get along.

Okay...well, I'm gonna go...upstairs or something. I need plans...someone give me plans! I wish we were going to Gloucester tomorrow...but *sigh* I'd be surprised if Linda even ever asked. Fuck it. We should just go anyway. yeah, if I had the balls to do that...aight...later...