12:29 p.m. - Sunday, Mar. 09, 2003
yawn. some bitchin
i'm listening to the clarity process and eating a burrito... all is well. i really need to clean my room again. i couldn't find my atm card so i went through everything that had a pocket, and i found it, it was in my car. haha. yeah. good times.

yesturday was a mix of frustration, anxiety, disgust, and glee. yeah... mother dearest was very addiment about me having my chores done to perfection. and then she wouldn't let me leave to go the show until six. i wanted to leave at five. blah. oh! and she made my curfew 11... thats incredibly unfair. deonna was able to stay out until 11something and shes a fuck up. excuse my bluntness... but she is. she comes home from the rink (where little 12 year sluts meet the boys....) and tells my mom that she started smoking again. shes not in trouble or anything. has a later curfew than me... ugh. have i betrayed my mothers trust so badly that i have been dropped below of a 14 year old?

oh and to add to it, my ims have been blocked and i can't get aim to work. she said she would fix it but she hasn't yet.

oh well. the show was moderately fun, just because the people there, not the bands. topout was supposedly sooo good. sure... dennys was okay. the cheese sticks were iffy, and the actual restaurant looked dir-tay.

well i'm going to get off and call ryan about today.

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