I fucked up a lot last term in school, and I'm doing better this term. But I skipped school today because I woke up, and couldn't breathe.
My parents are really fucked up. They have the typical baby-boomers beliefs, and it's not the same anymore. I have alternatives to going to regular public schools, where you're treated like dirt. But they won't hear it ,it's fucking stupid.
Anyways, I still drink too much and smoke. I've limited my drinking to 3 times a month at most. It's not helping me accomplish anything. Bleck.
I think I've lost weight, my pants keep on getting smaller. It's lovely, I haven't done anything to change it.
Fun story!
These cuts and bruises are lovely right? Hm. Anyways, I was at my sister's friends house on Friday, hanging out, and drinking some beers. The other people were drinking, smoking weed, and just hanging out. This guy named Greg, and I were getting along just fine, and we went outside to let the kid's dog out (the owner of the house, named Steve) So Greg has to go pee, and hands the dog to me, the dog fucking bolts and pulls me into a thorn bush. Greg comes over to me, "Erin, I go pee for 3 seconds and you've already lost the dog. Don't worry, I'll take the blame for it, etc." And I was like, "Seriously? No one is to fucking blame, it was an accident. I was pulled in a thorn bush!" Steve comes out, blaming me, being a cunt, etc. I was so upset, in tears, and then we had to leave. Turns out, the dog was fine. Great. Ugh.
