I wish I could say things keep getting better. I guess they have been and I guess it's a me like characteristic not to see that and only see the bad stuck in my face. Bad: I was locked out of the house twice today, both times because my mom forgot about me. Bad: I have an appointment with my counselor, my mom, and my over excentric advanced gateway math teacher tomorrow morning about being removed from the class. Bad: It's almost 10 and I haven't started my homework because I've been locked out of the house, my homework is in the class I have the meeting for-- of course. Bad: I feel like crap (2 nights ago I threw up 4 times.)

But I guess I should look at what I know is true. Good: My dad and I are on better terms. (The fake cheasey kind- but atleast we're talking again.) Good: Because of the former I got to go down south and visit my step grandparent (step mom's parents) and thus allowed for Josh to come visit and stay the night. Good: I'm not throwing up anymore. Good: I may be out of this advanced math class soo. Good: DUDE- I GOT TO SEE JOSH!

kat