I hope you enjoyed those eggs…

…because I poured bacon fat in them when no one was looking.

Things were getting better until yesterday.

I’ve been sneaking into Mollie’s room because that’s where she hides the air stepper. I’m so sick and tired of not being able to excersie regularly. I know I could probably do it without problem in front of my mom, but Mollie makes me feel like shit when I do (which is totally unfair since she works out three times longer than I do per day) so I’ve resorted to doing it when people leave the house.

I guess I wasn’t able to replace the air stepper in exactly the right position because she came downstairs last night, yelled at me for going in her room, poured her pop on me, punched me several times, called me a fuck-up, kicked me into a chair, and then broke open my door handle when I retreated to my room. Oh, did I mention this was all in front of Mom? So Mom starts crying and I can’t fucking stand to hear that so I turned on my music really loudly. I didn’t really cry, not until Dad came back from hockey later and apologized for not being there.

I was going to go with Tom and Alexis to watch Mollie sing with her "band" at the Alley Cat, but obviously that didn’t happen. I was actually going to go with Christie and Tamara, but Tammy called in the morning to say that she couldn’t because she was babysitting and Christie didn’t want to drive up from Denver that evening because of the weather.

Instead, I spent the evening locked in my room eating cereal, reading Queer, which was a really strange book, and watching Trainspotting.

CHRISTMAS IS GOING TO FUCKING SUCK.

I got accepted to the University of Minnesota. To the Liberal Arts College, though, not the business school, Carlson. Well poo. That’s fine, though, because its cheaper to go to the Liberal Arts school first and get those required classes out of the way and then reapply to Carlson. Dad says that’s what he did before going to whatever the engineering school is called. If that’s what I do, however, then I don’t see the point of even going out-of-state for that year or two (hopefully only one year with AP credits).

I aced all my finals. Well, I got an 89% on my band final, but I think I’ll still keep my A. Yes, Straight As first semester. Suck on that, Carlson.

I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping up with my favorites. I suck, I know.