I have the STRONGEST urge to go check out the Foothill and California area right now. Not for the drinking, not for the other debauchery, but for the drama and events that could unfold there. It’s the thrill of seeing a city clamping down on us students (and the threat of getting arrested) that lures me there soooo bad.

GRRR we need to live somewhere closer to that area, or at least somewhere that’s within safe walking distance. Cause there’s no way in hell I’m going to walk there by myself at this time. I’d drive, but I don’t want to go through the hassles of all the checkpoints that are around.

AARRGH why don’t my housemates want to go too?!?

You know what pisses me off the most? Friends who make you a promise, giving you hope that something will happen, then completely destroy that hope and your spirit by breaking the promise.

This is the first time I’ve felt such anguish and hurt, for two reasons. First, with my hopes up, I get nothing and someone else receives plans for it IN FRONT OF MY FACE. Second, I’m frustrated with myself because I’m acting like a greedy bastard, which I should never act but I can’t control it now. There’s no better way to slap someone in the face than to do what happend to me.

Thanks 528, you’ve ruined my pride in myself. Happy fucking new year. I’ll get your CD to you sometime.

I have no clue how this happened. I was just in bed when my mom arrived from picking up Desiree and Michaela from school. So I hear the garage door start up, but stop after half a second. Then I hear it close. I heard this loop go on for like 2 minutes. Guess my mom couldn’t figure out it was broken. So I went downstairs to check. I don’t know why it won’t open, but looks like the bottom part of the door is stuck. It causes the beam from the opener to the door to bend slightly, which freaked me out. Even on manual I couldn’t open the door. So it looks like the door is broken again. Last time it was broken was when my mom backed into the door from my stupidity. This time though I don’t know why it’s broken.