Undone

That’s me.

Annoying, frustrating, and always a problem causer. That’s me. Because everytime I decide it’s time to look up some college stuff, they want to know about the tax information. Which means I have to ask my dad, which means he has to part from his beloved television (If he could, I’m sure he’d marry it.) and look his tax info up on the computer.

Not to mention the government requires you to know everything and more than likely as i get closer to the end– I’ll find i need to give some kind of urine sample. GARG! Yes, dammit, I said Garg, and I meant it. Because– I’m tired of little mr. whiney pitching a damn fit everytime I ask for something. He loves that tv more than me, and i know it.

Why else would he spend every waking moment in front of it?

Oh, this is only the beginning of the mother loving saga we call the weekend. Whoever said it was right, “When It Rains, it pours.”

My friend told me on saturday that she may be sick. I don’t mean *Cough cough* oh I’m sick, kind of sick, I mean hospital pallid face, can’t keep down jello because of the meds they have you on, kind of sick. I’m scared. She’s one of the few things I have left. Sure, sometimes I don’t agree with what she says, but she’s all I have as far as friends go. She’s great, and wonderful– and I couldn’t bear to think of life without her– not only for me, but for the rest of the universe. I’m pretty sure– if she died…

God. Why did I say that?

She’s not going to.I can’t let her. She’s…

something beyond all of the words I have, because everything that springs to mind is too trite for our friendship. She’s — the only reason I’m not insane.

and now– on the opposite endof the scale– my dad, the king of pouters. Who currently can’t find out how much money he’s worth. Damn FAFSA. I hope you die. *Kicks the Government*

Monkey Blarney.

Derringer Meryl [once i saw the glory in your eyes] Out