Irish Murder

I chatted with the psycho doctor again today. I was in sort of a bad mood 'cause I had to wake up at 7:00 and then I had to not do my hair and then I had to walk to his office, but then once I got there it got okay. I had to pay ten bucks today. Stupid people.

I'm pretty much certain that VMT are going to do something today without me. I'm also pretty much certain that they're having a party tomorrow night without me. Sometimes it really sucks to be so out of the loop. I've reached the point where I really doubt they will want to live with me again next year, which mean thank god for Meesh and Specs since that's probably gonna be my actual home.

Which reminds me, God I hope my application got to that DBS program. God I hope I get in. I told someone the other night that I don't think I even wanted to get into college as badly as I want to get into this. When (If?) I do get in, I plan to make an announcement and inform these folksies that I want in on the housing situation so if there's a problem with that I can get it all worked out before it's too late.

My dad came to visit yesterday for a few hours, which was pretty cool. I gave him a tour of the school and we went to lunch and to the grocery store (woohoo!) and he brought me some of Grandma's brownies and rice pilaf (not together, that's nasty).

I got jury duty. I may have already written about it but it's still on my mind so deal with it. I called the hotline and it went on and on about how you can only defer your duty for 3 months and then you can't defer it again, which sucks because that causes serious school conflict issues! Now I will have to do day-after-Christmas duty and if I get called in I swear to God I will murder someone myself (only then they'd need to find a jury for my trial and I don't want to put anyone else through that misery either...a strong of murders could result).

I should be writing a paper on Hamlet's madness. Maybe I'll just compare Hamlet to me and call it a day. Geez it's early still. I feel like I've been up forever.

Could be worse, I suppose. At least I don't have to open at work this weekend.