DEMOLITION;

Thankfully, my mood lifted when I started grossing Butler out by kissing her. If not, this would have been one hell of an angry post.

Spent the better half of my day watching OTH. Until my idiotic father came and started blabbering on and on about some crap. Chad is incredible. Ahhhhh, he looks so darn hot in Season 3. I love love love his hair. Ahma, I still insist that James/Nathan looks like a yellow rock. I hated Chris for awhile. Then he became okay when he sold his guitar to pay for Haley's demo. DAN SCOTT SUCKS. He's so annoying. I still think Brooke is so slutty and bitchy. She's so mean to Mouth. And he's so good to her.

I wonder what the hell is wrong with the brains of parents. Were they born like this or were they dropped on their heads at birth? Why do they have to have ridiculous rules that are completely pointless?

Everytime I 'talk back' to one of the parents, I get this look from them. Like 'Why did I bother?'
Exactly, why did they bother? Why should I care? I've had more than my fair share of momentary tears. I'm sorry if I can't be the perfect daughter or whatever. I'm not perfect, and I don't want to be. Whatever I do, if I do well, it's never good enough, is it?

I'm not sure, but I think that Math common test incident killed me. At home, anyway. How would you feel if you were going to get a zero for a test you didn't even take and your mother said you were to blame? Blamed for being sick? Now, I'm just going to spend time in school, get home, lock myself in my room, and do whatever I have to do. No interaction with the parents until I really need to. Since I would just have to force myself not to say what they don't want to hear.

My only goal for now: Get through school, scrape good grades, and I'm out of here.