I need to get over myself to get over you.

Where did May go?

I went to bad at around 2:30 due to insomnia/thinking about social injustices. Instead of sleeping until my alarm wakes me up at nine, I wake up at 6:30 to the sounds of my mother and sister screaming. Again. If I were to wake either of them up from a state of rest, I'd get hell for it. But it is perfectly acceptable for them to argue at any decible at any hour of the day or night. Why were they arguing, you ask? Nikki didn't want to go to school because she couldn't do her make-up for a full half-hour. Mom yells at her to get ready, but she counter-yells and ultimately wins, currently residing in her bedroom instead of her first-period classroom. The girl's not an idiot; she's been manipulating my mother for years. When my brother or I mention it to mom, we get hell for that too, because my mom thinks she does a fine job disciplining her. Which she fails miserably at. My sister does not stay grounded, because instead of going out she invites friends over. She leaves the house regardless of whether she's allowed to leave. She makes plans and then informs my mother of them. She's missed 25 days of school, smokes, has had sex (and corresponding STDs), and does who knows what else.

What disgusts me most about the whole thing?

My mother would continue to love her, despite her miserable attitude and behavior, because she solely likes boys. She'll condemn her other, fairly-accomplished daughter when she allows herself to acknowledge (because she's got to know already at some subconscious level; that, or she's repressing it until it's vocalized) that she doesn't like solely boys.

That's what is wrong with the world. One of the things, anyway.

Meghan McCain thoroughly fascinates me. Props to her for supporting same-sex marriage from a [truly] Republican stance: government shouldn't interfere with anybody's rights, including marriage. Kudos.

Misty has not been allowing me to sleep. She's crossing the line of being cuddly to annoying. Blah.

I think know we're drifting apart, and I can't handle it. We haven't been "together" for a while, but even as friends we're losing that, too. I think that my acting out and being mean is a subconscious effort for you to get mad enough at me to not want to be around me anymore. You hating me is better than us slowly fading.

I fail at regularly updating this, whoops.

In any case, I am no longer a college freshman. I am very okay with that.

Hopefully I can be enough of a Subway slave to buy a car by the end of June (*crosses fingers*) because I really hate relying on RIPTA and people for transportation.

But in this moment I am lying in my bed with my cat. Life could be worse; I'm fairly content.