He is really scary. I was temporarily insane when I agreed to go out with him.

So anyway,I'm graduating this Monday, but I have a bunch of crap to get straight before then. First, I have to get my hair done tomorrow. Later tomorrow I'm going to a pary at my friend's house. Then, I'm getting my nails done on Firday. Later on Friday, I have graduation rehearsal and then we're going out to dinner, then after that we're all going to my house for a party. Sometime this weekend I also have to bathe my cat, Ginger. I think I've mentioned her before. She weighs more than I do, and if she ever jumped on me while I slept, I would die instantly. Tara just got back from being famous, so I have to go visit her sometime, too. Then I have to go drive a lot somewhere, I don't know where right now, but I know I do because I have to practice to take my driver's test.

My dad hates it when I drive. I make him sit in the backseat so my friends can sit up front with me. I always roll down all the windows, turn on the radio or a CD on full blast and sing at the top of my lungs while I drive. This usually involves Bouncing In My Seat, Flailing My Arms, and Flipping My Hair. And when engaged in said activity, speeding is inevitable. I believe that most I have ever sped is 70 in a 50 zone. But I didn't get caught, so that's okay. If I ever do, those snivelling shits can just kiss my ass. I know how to get tickets fixed.

Tee hee.

It doesn't help, though, that my father screams continuously at me from the backseat. "Don't hit that car! Don't hit that mailbox! Don't run over the old lady walking the dog! Jesus God Almighty, can't you just stop dancing for a minute and DRIVE?!?" He doesn't realize that I just turn up the volume to drown out his incessant ranting. He gets really pissed.

So anyway, I'm really glad that school is finally OVER!!! I threatend that if they kept us one minute overtime and I had to spend that one minute with my freaky wanna-be and soon-will-be ex-boyfriend breathing down my neck, I will shove a dull fingernail file into my aorta. But then they told me that my aorta was in my chest, not my neck. Oh, well. That's good to know.

I have practice again tonight. I'm practically the only person off-book and I'm the lead character. This pisses me off, because By God, I had finals to study for, a boyfriend to avoid, a dad to yell at, and lines to learn. And yes, I did it all. I don't want to hear that crap about "I'm busy." Busy, my ass! You don't know "busy" until you've been me, which not many people have.

Sorry if that didn't make any sense.

Oops, my psycho boyfriend just got online. I've got to go.

Today's Line From Hell: "But I've just got to see the heavenly expression on Mrs. Allen's face when she takes the first bite of the delicious layer cake I made expressly for her!" Needless to say, this line requires a very deep breath beforehand. And if I wind up wearing another Very Tight Dress, I will not be able to pull it off. If this turns out to be true, my costumer deserves to be spit on.

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The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!