I Need Some Serious Me Time

Everything has been STRESS lately. Except for the time I'm chillin' with Meg. Only Meg will get why I now like the word "chillin'". Haha. Anywho. She and I have lots of fun obsessing over everything Japanese, but when she goes home, the stress is still there waiting for me. STRESS. STRESS. STRESS. STRESS. S-T-R-E-S-S. Gah!

First things first, I NEED a job YESTERDAY. More like FEBRUARY. But I'm still sitting here three months later unemployed and broke. Grr. Meg and I are going to check out a local restaurant and a small pet grooming and boarding place sometime very soon. (Right now I'm sick and have no voice, so we're just waiting on that to return.) If I don't start sometime this month there is no chance in Hell that I'll have the $2,000 I need for my Tokyo '06 trip by next June.

My mom just told me that my dad forgot to send in my city school registration that was due TWO WEEKS AGO. It's going to be my SENIOR YEAR. I WILL NOT go to the county school for my last year of high school. I WILL graduate a Greeneville Devil. I HAVE TO. And now he's mad at her about it when it's his fault. What else is knew, though, eh? Grr. Leave it to him to screw up my Senior year. Now my mom has to go down to the school and try to get me in.

Ashley, who has been a dear friend of mine for the majority of this school year, has up and decided that I am a lowly being unworthy of the title human being and stopped talking to me. And when I say that I mean the kindergarten game. The one where you keep a constant sour look on your face, slam stuff around, and stomp your feet anytime you're near said person you're ignoring. And she claims to be more mature than most high schoolers. Right. This shows it oh-so-well. I don't EVEN want to get into the whole mess of why she's doing this. But to make a long story short everytime she would tell me about problems she had I would try to comfort her or give her advice, and she would shoot it all down with comments about her situation being hopeless or something of that nature. Eventually I stopped saying anything and just listened. Not long ago she said something about having attempted suicide. I said nothing. She got pissed about it. And now she's blaming me for this whole situation and denying having any part in it. And while I should have said something, her previous reactions were the reason I didn't. She's just as much to blame as I am. And I WILL NOT apologize for a situation I didn't create. She's ignoring Meg, too. But we've decided we really don't care at this point. Too much drama that's not worth dealing with. She's pulled this kind of crap on Meg before and only returned to normal if Meg apologized, which I'm not doing. She can just stay mad.

The only good thing is I have all my school work caught up except for my Accounting project that's due Friday, which is sitting on my computer 90% complete at this very moment. Just gotta' get my dad to help me tonight sometime to finish it. I have an Accounting test tomorrow and a Spanish test Thursday, but I'm not too worried about it. Only 14 days of school left. Thank God. That'll take A LOT of the stress out of my life.