I have a dream, a fantasy... to help me through reality.

Today's Title: Mamma Mia!

Never could get the hang of Thursdays. Hitchhiker's reference? Anyone?

Nah.

Surprisingly, the title sounds a lot more depressed than I am. Actually in a fairly good mood. My grandma will pay me $50 to vacuum her house. Win.

This semester's being long and annoying, then again, so was 2nd semester last year...so nothing new there.

Why can't it be March yet? So many good things in March: Watchmen, Rent, birthdays galore, spring break, etc.

On the bright side, less homework recently. Lots of studying, but the actual workload is slacking. More to do next week, but I think that's the end of it.

Its almost over, guys. We've almost made it. The end of an era for better or for worse.

Let's hope for the better. I certainly do.

I just noticed that I write in very small paragraphs. And just tried to type that "smally". Whups.

I wanna watch musicals now. Lots and lots of musicals. We need a musical day. For those who like them. Mmmmm...musicals. XD

Not to mention of course, hating dear old mom and dad...

Today's Title: RENT (which I will spontaneously combust upon seeing LIVE! FTW!)

The title is a bit misleading... I don't hate them. But right now I am beyond the point of exasperation and wanting out.

And I honestly never thought I'd see the time when I was more annoyed on a daily basis by my mother than by my father.

I am sick to the bone of her being sick or depressed or tired or all of the above or whatever it is anymore. It's like walking on thin ice, or broken glass...or both, and trying not to say or do the wrong thing. Way to many "or"s in that paragraph.

But still. GAH! I can't win.

Now she even has a facebook, like I needed more places for her to be seeing things I say (or type) about loathing home.

9 more months. Or less. And counting.

I think the universe is trying to get back at me for being a cynical bastard. And I'm not even the worst. Bollocks.