Well, today is Saturday. I have a headache from being up all night watching movies.
Friday I had a bit of a tense meeting. A bit?! What am I talking about. It was the most fucking tense thing I have ever gone through. Lucy wants me to meet Aymie properly now. No offence to her but I kinda just don't want to. I'm sure she's nice and all, but... If it was that fucking intense just walking past each other, when I had no idea who she was till about 5 seconds after, imagine what it will be like if we have to properly talk. I think I am seriously gonna avoid that for now.
Dad isn't talking to me. He's such a fucking baby. Mum reckons he's jealous. Of me and my sister, coz Mum pays more attention to us then the rude old bastard with no emotions. You know what? Once, he was a total dickhead to everyone for months. Mum asked him why, and he said it was "To see if he would get a reaction." That's the kind of bullshit I get to put up with. I reckon they are only staying together so me and Simone can go to Shelford, instead of Albert Park.
Anyway, Dad's not talking to me coz I told him to fuck off. I was watching Looking For Alibrandi on the computer, because the stupid fat fuck wouldn't turn off the Grand Prix (Which he had been watching all day, it was just bloody flash backs!). He came in here, and was all like "You can move now, go to the TV." If it was at ANY other point I would have. But it was at John's funeral, I was about to burst into tears. "No, piss of..."
"YOU ARE FUCKING IT MICHAELA. THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU.... YOU ARE OUT. YOU DON'T APPRECIATE ANYTHING"


*EXCUSE ME?!?!?!*

So, I get to be in here all night tonight.