MARCH

# of tears cried: 4823273823728 aka the most in my life ever.
# of times PWNED by colleges: 5 (macaulay, yale, wellesley, wesleyan, barnard)
# of best friends lost: 1
# of angry emails sent and received: 2
# of times I was the subject of a Facebook status: LIKEAMILLION
# of times I wanted to punch twats in the face: LIKEAMILLION
# of best friends regained: 0
# of prom dresses purchased: 1
# of prom dates gained: 1
# of tires popped: 1
# of tylenol taken: way too many.
# of tissue boxes used: 3 and counting.
# of cough syrup bottles consume: 2 and counting

here's hoping april doesn't suck.

So last weekend I went mad deep into Jersey to YMCA Camp Fairview with my S.O. chaos ensued.

( bloom chicka bloom )

I have gone to gym 1 time this week, and today I got up to go but my dad took so long getting ready that it wasn't even worth going.

He asks: Is this my fault?

I wanted to say yes because it def isn't mine. I'm sorry if I went to bed at 1AM last night because I was making sure I got into college because god knows you and your wife are incapable of doing such and tried to snag an extra ten minutes of sleep by waking up at 6:50. I was ready to leave at 7:10.

Dear old Dad is putting on pants at this time.

I'm so annoyed.

( cut for bullshit )

Parts of my body that hurt

• stomach
• head
• feet
• throat

I do not want to take my road test tomorrow.

My parents are fucking dumb as hell.

Sitting your son in front of the tv while you sleep is not parenting. And you do not have the right to freak out when this so called parenting backfires.

Jerry isn't sneaky. He got a deficiency today. (and obviously didn't have the common sense to hide it)  And my parents promptly flipped the shit. Never mind the fact that these retarded grades are irrelevant. He can still get into Wagner at least.

No shit he can't pay attention in class to write down hw. The child has fucking attention issues because you guys couldn't be bothered to do anything stimulating with him.

Sometimes I wonder how they missed the mark so much with the three of us.

It's such a stark contrast between them parenting Chachi too much and Jerry not enough. WTF.

Obviously he hasn't yet figured out how to manage time or to not procrastinate or be thorough in anything. He's 11. And he lives in his own world because there's no one around to talk to him.

They are just so out of touch with what someone needs to get by in school. I mean honestly, what do you guys know about making friends and getting a little bit of independence? Your definition of a good child is someone who can speak Malayalam and will eat rice for 2/3 meals a day.


And furthermore. They don't have stamps. Which is fucking nice because I have to mail my early decision shit in tomorrow.

You guys suck so much.

EDIT: Apparently this is all because Jerry took Italian. Yup. That's the cause of it.

Lalalalalala.

Retainers are seriously uncool.

Mississippi never used to incite such hatred in my being before.