Not on a jet plane.

In spite of the turmoil, tension, whatever it is...I am going to miss home. Leaving tomorrow morning to go back to my home an hour away from home. Hah. Still wish I had a car. My mom said if I transfer to SJSU next year, they'll get me a car. But what's the use of a new car in San Jose...because the only reason I want a new car is because BEASLEY won't make it to San Francisco, fuckin weak ass Tercel, shiiiiiiiiit. Hah. Anyway, I don't want to transfer. Too much love goin' on in the 415 area. Now I just gotta find some housing for next year...friggin' Towers. Rip off with no oven. Weak.

Hmm...it's a minute after midnight. That means....HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE AIMEE...pledge mama!

Gotta have love even though her eyes might not read this. That's how we do, don't you know?

I am so......blah. I think that's the appropriate phrase. BLAH. Well...whatever. I want to fall asleep. It's like the Etas haunt my sleep or something. haha. Lemme explain that. So this morning Jen called me. And then this afternoon when I was taking a nap, Rosanne called me. It's like...shoooooooot, what up, sister?! Haha. But yeah.

I bought a printer today. And joined the club of "Max Perks" or something from Office Max. Whatever, man. Friggin bought expensive ass ink too. PUnk ass ink. I hate you.

Somethin up my butt today.

And speaking of today. Quality hanging out with my cousins. Again. The Fearsome Four, as we like to be called, I've decided as of now. They're kind of jerky...but hahaha, we have a good time. They said they'd get something pierced for me, just to support me so that if the Titas and Titos get mad at me, then they get mad at all of us. How nice is that? Family is cool. Got love. And my mom is less mad. I think it's because I'm leaving and she'll probably miss me pissing her off or cleaning without being told to or whatever it is she likes about me. I think when it comes to your child...you have to love. You have to love and accept otherwise...why'd you have this child? Think about it. Unconditional love means to love in any situation, and that's how children and parents should love each other.

My mother said "You look like a rebel."

And I said, "In order for change, mom, there has to be rebellion."

And when I said that...I thought about the mission statement. Hah. Funny how shit like that happens.

And I'm out.