becominghuman

my car is now officially dead. it's so sad, cracked engine block. i spent all day on it with my girl's dad only to find i'll have to buy a new engine for it. so i'm not too happy at the moment. i love that car. grr!

then i got a dad-talk and it was interesting..hypocritical, but i understand. i was already in a crappy mood and i know why he said something, because he's a dad, but i hate it when dad's do that because it makes me feel so inferior. whatever.

now i have to write an essay and i just don't want to cause i know it will turn out like shit. i'm sick of having bad luck.