New haircut, new worries... Okay, so they aren't worries..

So my mom makes an appointment for my ear (I'm always stuck with some illness) and the hospital has to call back to make the appointment. Kind of pissed off that I can't make it to school because my mom is worried about no one being home to answer the phone while she takes my brother and sister to school (they missed the bus. Typical.) Not that it was their fault. Okay... so it was. A little bit. Let's just say I hate laying blame. Okay, I've made up my mind: It's not their fault o_o...

I'd like to apologize to Jerry for last night's phone call. Although he will never be reading this thing, it still relieves me to do this. So here goes.

Sorry for last night... the phone call... I realize mostly everything I talked about was unpleasant. I hate it, burdening others with what I have to say.. Thank you so much, Jerry. For listening...

For all you out there wondering what the hell I talked about... too bad, like last post, you won't know. As much as I love anyone who reads this pointless thing, there are just some things that are, well, private. Like how I should get therapy? That's private. But I won't tell you about that.

My parents got a brain and finally bought furniture for the living room. Wow, this is my chance to become a fat, couch potato. Hopefully my brother's destructive side doesn't get turned on by the tactfulness of it all... --_--.

Appointment's been made at 2:00. I'll probably get checked out during Civics. Well, I gatta go, all. Byes =)