I love my new hair! It's a lot shorter, but it'll grow back. And it's not too short, so... whatever! I just needed to lop off all that old, scraggly mess of straw hair that I had. I dyed it way too much. I'm still so tempted to atleast give myself green and red streaks on the now kinda blond hair, for Christmas, but... I know that that'd wreck it even more.

Oh, friend #1 finally emailed me back about coffee! But not friend #2. Aww... I hope she's well, and having a happy Christmas, anyway.

I'm so worried about money. I shouldn't be... but... well of course I am. Because my mum borrowed a whole load of my savings... which mostly should have gone to rent anyway, I now have only 99 cents in the bank! In my savings.

Ooh.. I just talked to mum on the phone, she wants to go with me to the college tomorrow, and check on my loan... which is now good to go!! So... now I have to wait for it to come, and then I think I have to hand in these forms and then it will take another week or two for the money to be deposited in the bank! Eeeeeg.

So, I'm hoping that granddad will loan me like, 150 or 175 dollars... for Christmas and new years. I really want to be able to have enough vodka, and then some fun drinks and coolers and that strawbery banana thing. Yay.
And then I need some pop, foundation, money for pizza (maybe... that'd  be a plus) and money for smokes, and then christmas presents for my immediate family. Woot.

So, hopefully, I get that. I REALLY want alcohol at this party!! I mean for meeeeee!! And a little extra, just in case.

Oooh... and I'm happy because I I wrote more of my story!! (Edit: I couldn't finish this happy thought because my brother came home.... asshole....)


Fuck. Ok my brother is an ASSHOLE. And he just stole my sisters food and broke my door and threw a huge cooking pot at my head, because I tossed a crock at his head... a tiny, rubbery shoe... and I did that because I was pissed off at him for being an asshole and taking my sisters dinner and waddling around like a giant, fat ass jerk who feels like he can do whatever the FUCK he wants to, because his precious little mommy never told him he couldn't. She's too scared of him; he's too big and fat and scary... he will seriously harm you when he's angry. I have bruises all over from him but nobody fucking cares.


Edit: I do indeed sound like a very selfish person in these posts. Perhaps I am way too addicted to all the physical things in this world. I know I am. But when it comes to people... I mean, their feelings.... gah. I DO care about people. I do.

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