No urge.

Dear Diary;

I haven’t had any urge to write here, if you haven’t noticed.

I don’t know why.

I’ve been doing a lot of scrapbooking lately. I took out some old, ugly pages that I didn’t like anymore and put in some new, fresh, lovely ones. I’m happy with them so far.

I still don’t know how I’m going to get to brantford. I’m thinking I’ll just rent a car. Mom and Dad won’t let me borrow their vehicles- they don’t want me to drive AT ALL. Ugh..

I applied for a job in Nepean that I’m hoping to hear from. I NEED to get the FUCK out of this house. I’m falling back into an old routine and it’s depressing. Not to mention that my parents are driving me INSANE. I’m going to go crazy if I stay here much longer. I need to find a job so I can get some money to MOVE.

I didn’t sleep well at all last night. I went to bed at 11, was up at midnight, 2am, 4am, 5am and then had to get up at 7am to take the crap car to CTC to get it E-tested. We were told to take it to Crappy Tire because they don’t give a shit and they don’t look at everything- so there was a better chance they would pass Big Red. They passed it (go figure) and at least that means I can drive it until my brakes give out or it dies. I won’t be taking it very far. I’m surprised they passed it with the "Check Engine Soon" light on. (It never goes off)

I’ve been playing scrabble on my Nintendo DS and I’m kicking ass. My best scoring word was "Squinty" for 114 points. Before that, it was "Hexagon" for 97 points. I love it.

Alright, I have to go. I have to find something to shove my cat into so I can take him to get a rabies shot.