Theres this art contest thing due today, and im not finished so i was supposed to go to the school to work on it.. but there was a dispute on whether i was registered for summer school or not, so when i was calling and being all like 'HAI GUY, AM I REGISTERED?' my mom was talking to me and i couldnt understand anything and i was so confused, so i was like I guess im not then, so i said 'well can someone drive me to QE to get registered? and everyone was like screaming at me, because i was just listening to the lady ( or trying to anyways) and she said i wasnt. So Im like, the lady said i wasnt, so im not! and everyone calling me a bitch and stuff, and at this point im like breaking down because everyones being a douche and i still need to get to my own school to work on this project that i need to get done.

mean while my moms calling the school and im already registered. Id have known that if my mom was fucking talking to me while i was trying to figure it out. so now theyre all being stupid ass wipes to me.

so now my sister who involved her self in the dispute wont drive me to the school and my dads having a few cold ones with The Mand Who Killed My Cat. and I dont know what to do.
Im not fucking walking, its so hot out and it takes about 45minutes to walk and FUCK THAT because im not going to do that. maybe im just being stubborn but to me: the faster you get there the more time you have to get what ever needs to be done, done.

The one thing that really bothers me is, when Carmen had her little rigged art things ( I say they're rigged because no one wins that many times for a mediocre portrait for veterans day.) she had to do, people would bend over backwards doing things for her, they even took time out of their so busy day to visit her. Did anyone visit me while im doing what ever the heck im doing? whether it's horse back ridding drawing art shows, its all used against me. everything is always used against me. theres never "wow cece thats great!" or "youre so original" nothing of that sort. after a while it sort of gets to you, and everything you liked doing becomes more... drab when no one sees what kind of talent you actually have... They start telling you that youre a freak or a lesbian because you dress differently or your art isn't appreciated at all, everything you sew is stupid, even though you put so much effort it into it-- it really burns when other parents tell you how great your art is, or that dress you sewed and designed is so well made.