Three letters.

Dear Anonymous,

I was reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower yesterday, and I really liked how Charlie wrote to someone he didn't know. About his thoughts. About his life. And even though I'm pretty sure who I'm writing to...anyone could click on that link, anyone can read my thoughts. My life.

Not much to read. But...

Today was interesting. Last night was the first night I went to sleep because I was BEAT. Tired as heck. These must be my PMS days or somethin because I have been snapping to my parents like NO OTHER. Yeah, my pops is pissed at me. Whatever though, but I know I was wrong with what I said to him, and I know he's right to an extent, but why he gotta be trippin is my thing. Why he gotta trip?!

Woke up at 9 to bring my cousin to Mission. He drove. I "trained," though I was too sleepy, and wasn't really paying attention, he was really just driving anyway. So yeah, while I was waiting for him take his test, I so fell asleep in their student center, only to be awaken by none other than MARY D (SHOUT OUT!), but we didn't get to catch up because I went back to sleep then got a phone call while she was leaving. But damn...randommmm. Me and the cousin went to Mickey D's house to get some lunch while we discussed the younger generation of cousins and their whole issues, as well as those of our uncles. Those punks. So yeah...then went home for a while, got bored, so I just went up to the city.

Damn the cloud over Daly City. Damn that cloud. So I went up there, and Rosanne, Nicole, and I hella just fixed some stuff, we took out all of our kitchen stuff which makes it feel like home...we have pretty plates, I like 'em, I wanna use the mugs and drink some coffee and read a book, no matter that coffee gives me gas and once I start reading, I really don't get thirsty. Hah. Fixed the ONLY thing in my room...my DESK. hahaha...that shit is small! Man, I need a bookcase, I have hella shit...well more shit than that FARKE can handle...damnit. yeah, then we went grocery shopping and ran CRAZY through the aisles, eliciting quiet laughs from the other friendly patrons by our exclamations of "FRUIT LOOPS!" "OOOH KIX!" "GOOBERS!" Yeah...cool, huh. hahaha, we went nuts. My credit card says so. GEEEEz Louise.

By the time we got home people started arriving for the meeting. Which was cool, in my opinion. Eased some shit in my mind, for sure. Especially for Summit. Uhhhh yeah. That's all i gotta say.

Stayed for a lil bit, got in a fight with my dad on the phone, blah...washed ALL of our plates and cups and mugs and silverware....ate a corndog and talked some chismis with our lovely fifth roomie Jo...

Man, I can't wait for the road trip. There is so much tension in this house, it's like a thick fog on a sunny day. Geeeeeeez. I'll just leave even if they say I can't. Fuck. The chain's getting too long, they can't hold on forever. Which is something people just gotta learn. You gotta move on with your life, and even if it means quitting the things you love, you gotta fuckin move on with your life, there's always something bigger and better, not necessarily in the same sense, NEVER in the same sense, but in a sense all it's own.

Growing up means moving on.

So yeah....I'm sleepy now. Probably gotta wake up early and take mom to Gilroy. yay. Poke my eye out while you're at it, why don'tcha.