Curses!

Well, Goddamn me.

 

I finished the damn Wash U app, even though I don't want to go there. My mom was watching the whole damn time (really annoying) and freaking out on me and being paranoid that I'm trying to sabotage the whole thing. Bitch.

 

So they still won't send in the (refundable) deposit on U of I housing. Nope, not until Wash U scholarship is in. Damn them.

 

I should get more joy out of finishing an app than this. I guess not; I'm only REALLY damn pissed. Damn it!

 

So then I was sitting at the kitchen table filling out scholarship stuff, and she accused me of doing a poor job intentionally. Goddamn her.

 

And oh I'm "just like Monica Nanda. To a 't'!" Goddamn her! What the hell.

 

My dad swears he's going to write a letter to Fr. Jude saying Dr. LeCompte "turned me against them." Well, shit. Why do I always manage to cause so much trouble? How did I screw up this time? I really don't want to drag him down with me...

 

I'm such an idiot, I don't even know where to begin.

 

I think this is the kind of shit that pushed me to that "incident" last year. Do you guys know about that?

 

I'm very vulgar today. Screw it, I guess. I'm pissed off, stressed, and worried.

 

And you know what? I haven't even started studying for my damn finals yet because they've been making me fill out this damn app for this damn school I don't want to go to. Shit.

 

Sincerest apoligies to anyone reading this.