First Day

Within the first hour of being fully awake and functional today, I got in a fight with her over the dumbest thing possible: laundry detergent. She wants me to fill up these little jugs I got this past year with the detergent and then donate the big bottles to her. AKA "I'm too lazy and cheap to buy my own."

#1 I bought those myself and on principal do not want to give them to her because and I need them and no I can't buy more because I don't have any money, remember? I make less than YOU do. Of course I didn't say that. She said I should just fill them up every summer with what they have in the house. Which is usually none because it's empty or whatever and then she'll complain that I took all of it. Isn't it easier if I just keep my own and am the only one to use them so no one has to worry about buying anything? Whatever.

I told her she could take the fucking soap. Just like she took my guitar money and my book money.

#2 Sam got DKA again today and was throwing up everywhere and not doing very well. I started shaking, so George and I walked to the Avenue and back. I hurt my knee really badly from doing that. Oh well.

#3 I talked to Scott Long today. That was interesting.

#4 I really miss Kat and James. I wish they were here right now. I need my wonderful friends to be here for me now but of course when I need them most is when I'm at home which means they're never here.

#5 Don't know what's up with tomorrow. David Thomas didn't answer any of his phones so I guess I'm in for a day in the house working on the blanket and reading/unpacking.

#6 Mr. Clifford said he might see me in the early afternoon but I don't believe him for one second and wouldn't have even heard about that if I hadn't brought it up. Jerk. If someone doesn't actually care about you, why the hell do they put so much effort into making you think they do after you bring up the point? I'm sick of that shit. Especially from him. And frankly speaking, I don't need to deal with it anymore and he can go frolic in his Popularity Land like he always has and I won't say anything. Because I'm starting not to care at all. I'm starting to realize that one day I won't even be able to say "Once, I had a friend..." Because he's just like Anthony: a liar. Or if not a liar, someone who doesn't care in reality. So stop tricking me already. Stop wasting your time. Because that moment I've warned you about where you turn to look in my direction and I'm long lost out of sight is right upon us and about to pass.

I want to go home. I hate it here.