I will die.

I will die if I go through all these years of school and graduate from college, just to go on to work a 9-5 job I absholutely hate until I retire. Kill me if I do that for the sake of fortune. I'd rather be happy than rich. Forever. Remember that. Kill me, then. Thanks.

By the way, mom's still in the hospital. The infection has progressed into an absess. The doctors aren't sure whether or not they will have to operate, but chances are that she will be there over night again tonight and I can't go visit her because I have to work from 2-10:30 today. I won't be able to visit her tomorrow either because I'll be working from 2-9:30. I hate my job. I really do.

I need the Fruits Basket DVDs and/or manga. Now.

Little Bundle of Joy

So, my doctor called last night to tell me that my health is in danger if I don't go on medication immediately. My boyfriend moved to Springfield this morning. I have no friends in any classes except 7th hour. I got accused of skipping class today because two of my teachers counted me absent while I was sitting in my seat all through both classes. My Sacraments class talked my teacher into cancelling the Summer reading project because it was *whiny voice* too hard, when in actuality, it took me two hours to complete and it was assigned last May. For the second day in a row, I had to pee all day and didn't get a chance, then I came home completely exhausted, despite it being a half-day and me getting over eight hours of sleep both nights. Oh, and to top it off, I get home from school and my dad calls to tell me my mom is in the hospital because an infection on her ovarian syst needed emergency medical attention two days ago. So fuck you.