Legend of the 6’2″ Man

I can’t wait to get out of here.

Apparently Mollie talked to her (our) counselor today to discuss options for reducing the stress of her school work. What a joke. Since it’s Anson’s job to give all options, Mollie’s now got it in her head that online courses through the community college are exactly what she needs. Everyone except for her understands that that option would just generate more stress. She’s blaming everything and everyone for her own struggles, but refuses to even consider that they are due to her own lack of concentration and effort. She blames classes for giving too much busy work, she blames Mom for not supporting her interests in acting and dancing (uh…yeah, today was the first time I heard of those aspirations of hers), she blames teachers for not answering the questions that she never asks, and she blames the world for not bending to her every will and need. THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS.

Mom says she wants Mollie to talk to my old therapist. Interesting. I wonder what exactly was said in that "family meeting" that I was excluded from.

I bowled 110 today. =) That’s my highest score.

Why don’t college essays just write themselves?

Mah brain is woozy.