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HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!

Wow ... so I couldn't submit my fish project flash .... ah well.

I am newly inspired to draw Reborn stuff ... maybe i'll try that over the x-mas break .... that is all I wanted to say.

... but every time I say that ... I don't!! Gaaaah, so much stuff to do, perhaps I'll get to draw something over the christmas holidays. Or I'll take a pic of my gift to my friends. Though .... I don't have a scanner currently .... or any badass art applications on my comp ... maybe I'll post this fish project I've done for class. It's all right! My first full-length feature flash movie. Huzzah ... let's see if I can do that ....

I'd also maybe like to post some more fanfiction, but I dunno. I'm writing some ... but fanfiction is disappointing me ... but I really like the Harry Potter story I'm doing right now, so I dunno. I just want to write something new, but I don't have much inspiration at the moment ...

I have gaia now my name is LACONA DARCY.

Cool, I almost have 3,000 hits. Super special awesome.

Today wasn't so fun. I had to wait around for Wendy and Jas and Jordan to get off their asses to do what was planned yesterday, but apparently, when I talked to Wendy when we were leaving in the morning, no one was up (like 11 o'clock) and she didn't have any plans for today. So I'm just like, eff this, so I asked dad if he could take me home after we found out I was supposed to have a package coming today (which it didn't. We haven't gotten any mail for the passed two days including today) so I would wait at home for it. So Dad finally texted me around 3 pm to tell me Wendy, Jas, and Jordan were on their way to pick me up to go shopping. I was just fine sitting at home doing my homework which is still not done because I keep getting interrupted ... Dad gets upset when I do homework thinking I'm isolated. After we got back from just wandering around Peachtree City, he said, "I'm sooooo glad you got to go out." Mine you, I'm not isolated, I just need to get my homework done, so him telling me things like, "Don't over do it" or "Come be with us!" really fucking pisses me off. And HE'S THE ONE who tells me not to bother with people just waiting around, and he keeps putting his fucking foot in his mouth about shit like that, saying he has to keep everyone happy when last week he said he didn't care about having to please Wendy, I'm soooooo tired of fluctuating opinions, that's why I don't like going to the other house to "be with" them. I always just end up sitting on the same pissed on couch in the living room doing nothing. I especially don't like it when dad tries to make me do random things because I need to be "entertained."

So pissed. Can't even describe everything that keeps going down. I'm tired of being the invisible one on the couch. I can't tell him, because everytime I tell him how I'M feeling, he just brushes it off and lectures me about how to deal with people. But I'm tired of not standing up from myself and just taking it all. I don't want to end up with some malignant tumor in my brain because I can't talk it out with the people who I need to talk it out with because they don't like to hear wchat I need to tell them and just ostracize me for no reason. Fucking nuts.

So after waking up early two days in a row for absolutely nothing, dad is going to wake me up early again tomorrow, earlier than usual to go to some different church than usual. Bad enough, I can't get enough sleep (like last night, he woke me up after twelve to open the door to go out, Wendy FINALLY called to go out at 9:30 and to go to some roller blading party and I said, hell no. Which apparently makes dad feel guilty for leaving me home alone, which makes him say shit like, "I'm glad you got to go out instead of staying at home." Because I totally want to "be with" morons who are acting more moronic all weekend. And he woke me up at eight to go out shopping and we didn't go out until 11 ...

We don't have any food in the house. When dad goes out shopping, he doesn't get enough and he doesn't always get things I actually like to eat. And he can't really cook, so I have no choice but to eat crappy food that makes me sick, so then I'm forced to fix myself some ramen (which is worse) or eat crackers.

Can't tell dad, because then he'll just give me a bunch of shit. I love them all, but sometimes I just can't take the stupid shit, because it's at a higher level than most stupid family shit. Gosh, I even told dad I don't want to be at the other house at all tomorrow. He said okay, but it's like everytime I ask him to drop me off home, there's this strange energy going through the atmosphere. Drives me crazy. He just doesn't understand my point to this.

I'm so tired. But I do love them, I really do ...