and so, it is a new year. 2009! how exciting. and i’m spending my first few minutes of it (like, after i woke up from 3 AM last night, so i guess not really, but whatever) doing my homework. UGH. way to go back into reality, huh? and i was really bored, so i decided to talk for a bit. then i realized i can’t spill much of what happened unless i mention brand names. ahh. well, i didn’t do much the past few days. i spent all of it with my mom 
. CURSE and SNEEZE are doing their own things, but i texted happy new year to them and they texted back saying the same. i spent my new year watching 27 DRESSES and went out at around 12:30 to go walk my dog with my sister, who met up with some random senior at our school. apparently, he’s “annoying” and “small”. he went to our middle school as well. anyway, i went to numerous things with my mother over the past few days. i went to some gallery in a different borough for my italian class project, to the library (oh what fun) and then to a certain toy store where i got a certain designer toy. i’m too lazy to come up with fun names for them, lol. i also went to a small theater to watch a play about the irish partaking in world war two. with atom bombs and probability. <-ew math. and science.
i suppose i should go back to finishing my homework. YAY it’s 2009. mad exciting 
:D and OBAMA will be in office by the 20th! BUSH has like, 19 days until his ass gets kicked out of the white house. thank you jesus.
my mom’s signed me up for this knitting class and the required materials for the class should alone be $60. i can’t spend any more money!! my sister has taken nearly $200 bucks from my bank account, and i also have to take out about $100 so i can pay back my mom for the $40 i used to spend on my friend (which was a complete waste, she wasn’t even grateful), then another $25 because i had agreed to give my sister a christmas present (probably a silly idea by now) and she got these plastic strips that are “protecting” her phone. um. yeah. then my mom gave my jacket to my grandma and told her that she was to charge me $5 for every button to sew onto my jacket. there was three. oh, but then there was the loop to hang my jacket up. that’s broken too! i suppose we have to fix it. another $5. this HAS to mean that i’m not paying for some dinner which was the original idea for me to pay back our grandmother. i want to save my money. so if i’m not going to college, i’m running away to italy. i can’t wait to get away from this madhouse. my mom doesn’t even have any $$ saved for my sister and i to get into college. she must be fucking crazy. what happened to all the $1000 my grandmother gave us each for our birthdays? “donated away” to my mom’s ridiculously collection of designer handbags? oh yeah, there’s coach, kate spade, prada, the works. she doesn’t even use all of them. and then she gives them away. oh, how lovely. this is exactly why i’m running away to italy. if she thinks i can get a scholarship into college without ANY money at all, she must be fucking insane. even I”M saving my bank account $$ for college. because there’s no freakin’ way i’m getting into college with a scholarship. my grades are really bad. and yes, it is all my fault. but i wasn’t aware. about all this $0. and she still wants to spend $$ on pointless things. like my guitar lessons. because i’ll “thank her in the future”. i don’t even like guitar. and i’ve been forced to take it since i was six years old. and she COMPLAINS how much money it is, how much it’s costing her. and then i tell her that i don’t even like it, why is she spending $$ on me for it then? and then she says, “oh, because i want to torture you.” WHAT THE FUCK. there is sometimes also, “i don’t want you to be doing nothing on a friday (the day my lessons are).” um. i can hang out with friends. it’s not like i see them all the time anymore. besides, i think the money i’ll be spending when i’m with them will be WAY LESS then the cash you spend on me every week for HALF A FUCKING HOUR. it’s been like, ten years. of guitar class. and they’re wasted. i don’t care, i’m not picking up a guitar in my future. and i haven’t really even learned anything. it’s a complete waste of timee (though i must have said it quite often). but she still “wants to torture me”, and thinks that i will “thank her in the future”. jesus christ.
i really need to finish homework now. i ttyl! when i’m gone from this godforsaken house.
