I've been waitin' on the fault line.
Monday. I ate dinner at Bob Evans with an old friend and talked with her for nearly three hours. My dad stayed home sick from work.
Tuesday. I came home from school. It was dad's day off. He informed me that he and my mom had officially filed for bankruptcy previously that day, and that he is currently being forced to sell two of his cars, including the one that I drive. I went to work and was very upset. I had a bad confrontation with Jeremiah, and I started crying hysterically and messily and loudly, and I left and went home and painted my toenails and fingernails.
Wednesday. Dad went back to work. I dressed up for the homecoming candidates assembly in front of the entire school. I looked nice. I walked nicely. I sat and smiled nicely. Many people, some of whom I did not know, came up to me and complimented me and said that they voted for me. At the end of the day, I found out that I did not make top five, or homecoming court. That bummed me out and slightly confused me being that several several people I knew voted for me. But I drug my heels on. I went to work. Miah apologized. Everything was okay. My feet hurt from my shoes. I didn't take pictures of how I looked that day, so imagine something great in your minds.
Thursday. Dad stayed home from work sick again. I went to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club at the Newport in Columbus with my dad, Jessica, and Shannon. It was the most unbelievable concert EVER. I cannot begin to explain the sheer brilliance. That was a lot of fun. I took some nice pictures. You will see them later. I bought a cool shirt and got a free sticker. Did you know that BRMC consists of two incredibly luscious individuals? I was in the front. I tried to signal to one luscious individual that I wanted to bear his first born. I got home late late from the concert and fell asleep asleep.
Friday. Dad stayed home from work sick again again. I took a government test. And the rest of my Media Communications directing test. And three drawing tests in art. I worked. I visited my grandma. I think I am getting a cold.
My strange ups and downs and ins and outs and overs and unders. My dad is going to lose his job because he is lounging graciously in a state of despondency and stress-related physical pain. I am going to cry if that happens. I pray to GOD. I pay to GOD it doesn't happen. And I pray that our family doesn't crumble into more of a fucking fiscal disaster. I pray that Shannon starts feeling better. Starts feeling like a college kid again. I pray that I start to stop to feel so damn much.
Drownin' in the risin' tide in my father's door.
[Edited later for addition of concert pictures.]
Monday. I ate dinner at Bob Evans with an old friend and talked with her for nearly three hours. My dad stayed home sick from work.
Tuesday. I came home from school. It was dad's day off. He informed me that he and my mom had officially filed for bankruptcy previously that day, and that he is currently being forced to sell two of his cars, including the one that I drive. I went to work and was very upset. I had a bad confrontation with Jeremiah, and I started crying hysterically and messily and loudly, and I left and went home and painted my toenails and fingernails.
Wednesday. Dad went back to work. I dressed up for the homecoming candidates assembly in front of the entire school. I looked nice. I walked nicely. I sat and smiled nicely. Many people, some of whom I did not know, came up to me and complimented me and said that they voted for me. At the end of the day, I found out that I did not make top five, or homecoming court. That bummed me out and slightly confused me being that several several people I knew voted for me. But I drug my heels on. I went to work. Miah apologized. Everything was okay. My feet hurt from my shoes. I didn't take pictures of how I looked that day, so imagine something great in your minds.
Thursday. Dad stayed home from work sick again. I went to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club at the Newport in Columbus with my dad, Jessica, and Shannon. It was the most unbelievable concert EVER. I cannot begin to explain the sheer brilliance. That was a lot of fun. I took some nice pictures. You will see them later. I bought a cool shirt and got a free sticker. Did you know that BRMC consists of two incredibly luscious individuals? I was in the front. I tried to signal to one luscious individual that I wanted to bear his first born. I got home late late from the concert and fell asleep asleep.
Friday. Dad stayed home from work sick again again. I took a government test. And the rest of my Media Communications directing test. And three drawing tests in art. I worked. I visited my grandma. I think I am getting a cold.
My strange ups and downs and ins and outs and overs and unders. My dad is going to lose his job because he is lounging graciously in a state of despondency and stress-related physical pain. I am going to cry if that happens. I pray to GOD. I pay to GOD it doesn't happen. And I pray that our family doesn't crumble into more of a fucking fiscal disaster. I pray that Shannon starts feeling better. Starts feeling like a college kid again. I pray that I start to stop to feel so damn much.
Drownin' in the risin' tide in my father's door.
[Edited later for addition of concert pictures.]
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strongmad:
Hi sweetness. 
zgrat:
i'm so sorry hon 
(((hug)))
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