Sorry for the lack of bloggingness. I've wanted to this weekend, but whenever I sat down to do so it was a couple minutes into tomorrow and I figured I'd probably post a blog that day, but I never did. So let's summarize.

Friday: Dana, mom, and I we going to go out to dinner and shop a little bit. Before that, though, Dana had a therapist appointment. I planned to just sit in the waiting room ad play Animal Crossing, but life is never that easy. I was called in maybe 10 minutes after Dana went in, and guess what Dana wanted to talk about, needing Fran (the therapist) to do so? What a bitch I am.

I've told her plenty of times I apologize for being such a miserable person, but obviously going to a professional is the only way to deal with it, right? She told me she wants to "get closer to me" and "tell me things" and she can never do so because I'm always in my room. It's not you, it's the family. :] Fran asked me some direct questions in which my PMS took over and I let out such a terrible sob (if you would call it that); it sounded like I was dying. Like when people in stories say, "I heard this crazy scream, and I'm pretty sure I made it." It was kind of like that, except I heard it a millisecond after everyone else, and I kind of looked at Dana like, "What the hell was that?" But it came from me. Which fails. We also have an appointment together (Dana and I, plus Fran) sometime next week, but she said it'll be, like, drawing and games (fun?). But we went to Old Navy and I got a furry coat thing and a new shirt, so OBVIOUSLY that makes up for everything.

Saturday: I went to Borders with Dana and I got two books and a CD. I was planning on getting another book, but backed off when I remembered I'd put it on my Christmas list and when the total for everything was about $60. FAIL.

Sunday: I went to church, got really angry at our hypocrite of a Pastor, and then went home and slept knowing that'd I'd regret it when I couldn't get to bed that night. I watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition with mommom.

Today in Science I blamed my Zodiac sign for my crazy two-facedness. We then decided to name this demon creature that definitely dominates my personality: Winifred. For the win.

Usually I'm a big fan for this year's Social Studies class because the teacher is awesome (excluding the ten pounds of homework a night), but today he was decidedly notsome. Constantly bitching at me, blaming me for my partner's consistent chatter (Me: I didn't even say anything! Him: You were looking at her, that leads her to talk more) and just being a straight douche on his man period, he made today suck. And on top of a fire drill in the period after his (English), I have to write a narrative that is due Friday. I figured I could do it on my NaNoWriMo plot sort of deal, but now I'm not so sure. We'll see.


Fascination: Need I say more?