And I know you don't work here anymore, its just a vacant 3 by 4, and they might fill your place, a temporary stand-in for your face. this happens all the time and I can't help but think i'll die alone

from the ever-so-radical My Chemical Romance's "Cubicles." My throat hurts. Yesterday I came home after break and took four tablets of bayer, did some bathroom stuff, and just chilled until my mom came home. When she finally got home, she yelled my name out so horribly, and then when I came down and said, "I don't feel good, Mom." The anger that I hoped wouldn't be there was gone. I think my mom was glad to have me home. It seemed so boring what she does everyday. Having lunch alone. Watching TV. Watching the time to pick us up. I'm glad I gave her the company, though, no matter if I was under the weather. I waited until I was able to have lunch before I went back to school. Why did I go back to school, you ask? No, it is not because my mother made me; she told me that I could stay home. Because of Mateer's test. That woman is a bitch. So I went back to school in time for lunch. Yesterday was an interesting day. I would say I should do it often, but this is the the kind of thing that can only work once, you know?

Tomorrow I am going dress-shopping again. This time with my mom and dad, because they have the dinero. Also this time I hope I find the right dress for me. I mean, I'm starting to get nervous. That I won't find it, and that I'd have to have it made, and that just seems like too much work. I really really really hope I find the dress tomorrow. Or else I will be so stressing the rest of the month. And I think I have Lycky trying to hook me up with a date. I have to pick up a prom ticket sometime this week otherwise, even if I end up going with a date, I'll buy mine already. Don't wanna pay more than I gotta. Shit, I'm poor. Fuck spent $80 at Urban Outfitters....OMG what was I thinking?

So I should be writing my essay for Mateer's class right now. She says anything less than three pages indicates that there isn't enough detail. Fuck her. Seriously, she needs a picker-upper. Because she's sharing misery right now. And that's pissing me off. I plan on being able to watch TV, so I better do it quick. Later all.