durpa

tired. my dad rather see me in the deepest emotional shit with him than lend me money to go to brazil to relax. i don't even think my suicide would get my point across to him. 2 more days of this Xmas shit. then, two days of being alone. i plan on getting drunk just on amaretto and eggnog and watching movies all day. jolly jolly. told jessica my plans to move to san diego and she is just blank about it. she jjust doesn't know. oh well, time waits for no man and i just want to have as much fun as i can. sounds cliche but i haven't had fun in a while.