Well, bloody hell. Mum is annoying as hell. Okay, it wasn't that big of a deal, but somehow it pisses me off enormously. I guess I'm just really tired of her bitching about my grades all the time when I've maintained nothing but a perfect record straight fucking A's. Just for her. But apparently it's not enough, since she proceeded to bitch and wail and tear up my room again for being SICK and skipping two bloody classes.

Like, it's totally my fault for getting sick. Yeah. I completely did it on purpose, just to spite her. I ran a fever just because I felt like pissing my mother off and skiving off classes. Yeah.

My sister is a stupid annoying bitch too. She took my internet cord, hid it like she's my fucking parent or something, and told my mother that I was online (even if it was for schoolwork). Stupid bitch. I could totally bust her ass any of these days now...

I snuck onto her computer two nights ago because she'd stolen my internet cord and I decided to jack hers up too. And out of morbid curiosity, I went digging through her Limewire files, and I really wish I hadn't. I think I'm literally scarred for life now. All I saw in her folder was stuff like, BIG THAI CLIT! FIVE JAPANESE GIRLS GET RAPED BY THEIR GYM TEACHER. THREE AZNS SUCK BIG WHITE COCK. SLDKFJOEWIGE ARRRRGH.

I can't believe I'm related to that. I can't wait until I can tell my mother that she downloads pornography, plays SIMS all day, skips classes, uses school money for herself, pretends to use the internet for schoolwork (instead of her own pornographic purposes), has an online girlfriend that she has phone sex with and writes dirty letters to.

No joke. I wish it were, though.

My mother kicked the shiz out of me on Christmas. Specifically--wailed at me to get up, wailed at me to do the dishes, wailed at me to give the dog a bath, then wailed some more and locked me out of the house for approximately two and a half hours. Mr. Charlie let me in then, and I went upstairs to find my room torn apart and my mother waiting upstairs to call me names and bitch some more. She threw a rotting apple at my face which was NASTY AS HELL. Then she left for her grocery, and I cleaned up my room, took a shower, and banged on the piano. Needless to say, I didn't get anything except $10 from my real father today.

NOBODY LOVES ME. D':

I'm not fond of Christmas. I am glad it's over.

I went to Victoria's house yesterday under the pretense that I had to finish an English project, hohoho. It was nice. We pranced around, consumed chemicals (fast food), watched Indian movie previews (that was so unbelievably kickass) and kicked her cousins around. Hot damn, they're annoying as hell. But they're funny. Anthony particularly. He gave me a hug when I left. Ewww, boy germz.

I didn't do anything today but saunter around the school and sulk. I don't know why I felt so horrible. Victoria thinks it's because it's around Christmas, and I think I agree. I always feel shitty around December and January. I cried during 3rd period under my hood. I don't think anybody noticed. Then I cried again in 5th period, and everyone said, June, are you mad? June, are you sad? June, June, what's wrong?

And I said I'm fine and that I don't know what was wrong and then I went to the bathroom and stayed there for a bit and then came out and was happy again and they said, oh, June, you're better now, that's good. And I said, yes, thank you very much, I'm fine now, merry Christmas and then I went home.

Well, I went to the library with Carmen. It was nice. I didn't do anything except sit there and draw. And talk with Emily a little. I wanted to go to some trade-meeting-gathering-thing down in Seattle with Amara (and mum actually said yes for once), but Amara's father decided to be an ass and refuse. Go figure.

Oh, and I saw Mr. Hotta there too (OMFG). He thinks I'm a scary bastard now. I glanced at him with my usual sulky expression, did a double take, and immediately began cartwheeling around the library parking lot screaming and doing backflips and going, OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. He stared.

I was in an astonishingly shitty mood last night; on the phone, no less. I sat there crying for the better part of the conversation. I am superbly idiotic, holy christ on a stick. She must think I'm a sad fuck. Wait, I am. <3

Let's get down to business! To defeat the huns! Did they give me daughters! When I asked. For sons.

I don't plan on too many people actually reading this, but I am in the mood to write, so I will.

I got my camera today. Omfg. It's the hottest thing ever. Actually, it's a slightly amateurish-bordering-professional model (not bad for around $200), but it is probably the sexiest piece of machinery I've ever laid my hot little hands on. Nikon N65. No real accessories, but holy god, it's... well, sexy. Soft, buttery leather, smooth, impeccable body structure, never-been-touched-crystal-clear lens -- I've got a hard-on now.

And --

Thanksgiving was nice. It wasn't earthshattering, but holidays at my house never are. Actually it wasn't even at my house, it was at mum's grocery, which was a new experience. There were a surprising amount of customers for a Thanksgiving day, but then most of them were bums wandering around seeking heat and maybe food. Half of our turkey went to the homeless who stopped by. I spent more time dishing out mashed potatoes and stuffing for them than actually eating, but I didn't mind. I liked helping.

Now I am sitting here thumbing through my camera manual. Bliss.