i can't wait until i get my own place and all the phone calls are for me. and all the mail. even the junk mail.

my dad backed out of the taking me to the concert i've been waiting to go to for weeks tonight. even though he'd promised me. and then to make it up he said he'd take me to Graham Travis tommorow night, but then he's not willing to stay for the whole thing. i want to stay for the whole thing and get my eight (or five, depending on the show) dollars worth, considering my lack of money lately.
today the bus driver was twenty minutes late in the morning, and half an hour late in the afternoon. pisses me off. pisses. me. off.
i went to Harry's house last night. my first outside of school friend from high school. it was a pumpkin carving party. i liked his house. it seemed warm and nice, and his family was nice and so were their friends that were invited. we went into his room and he DJed for me while i layed on his bed and let the dance music wash over me. they have a bathtub on their back porch that they use, and i want to go over and lay in their bathtub someday. that would be nice.