This whole thing has got me worried. I can't sleep. I signed off at 3 AM and soon after Mother woke up to get ready for work. I tried to cry and only got as far as a few tears, but I had to clean up quickly just in case she came in the room. I didn't want to give my brother away. I waited for an hour for her to leave... my heart jumping every time there was some sign of her possibly coming in my room. I even prayed to God that she wouldn't come in. I also asked him to forgive her and my brother for the things that were said and done. I then asked him to make today safe. That's all I want.

Now that she is gone... I can relax a bit and cry all I want until my sibs wake up. I hope today is good.

I was watching TV. Then brother came into my room.

“Dad’s outside.”

I usually never go outside when father is there, but my brother sounded a bit urgent. I quickly go out and my sister follows me after. I talk with father for a few and everything seems fine until I hear screams. I tried to talk louder so my father wouldn’t be able to hear, but it was unavoidable. My brother came out called mother a “pinchi perra” or a fuckin’ bitch and left the house. He was very upset and crying and I desperately tried to get him inside the car with my father. He refused.

“She kicked me out.” He said. I was going a bit dizzy because I couldn’t believe what just happened. My sister had come out after him crying. She has never seen anything like this in her life. Unlike my brother and I, this was a great shock for her. She stood there while I spoke with father and told him what had happened. We talked for a long while. I wanted to cry, but I knew that I had to suck it up for my sister. I didn’t want her to see me crying. I didn’t want anyone to see me crying. I had to be the “strong one” for just a few hours. I was afraid to go back in the house, but my father asked me to go in and check on my brother since he was taking a long time to come out. At first Brother didn’t open or respond to me, but then as I was about to go back and talk to Father again he called me.

It was a mess in his room. He was planning to take everything. I mean EVERYTHING. I tried to knock some sense into him and told him to take clothes and leave everything there. I had to talk to him twice before he decided to take nothing.

“Take some clothes and come back for more later.”

He finally listened. As soon as he came out he was gone. I am hoping that he is going to do well because I know that he was extremely hurt.

I went back in and I started to clean. Just like Mother. Fuck.

Anyway, as soon as I was done The Bitch came out and started to trash my brother’s room. I was very nervous, but I let her carry on. I wanted to get out there and give her a piece of my mind, but I am not strong enough. They left, I spoke with Eileen. Talking to her calmed me down. I mean, I needed something. I didn't want to do anything stupid and I was SOO tempted. I had to cut the conversation, though since The Bitch and Asshole came home. Then, my brother came back. I guess he didn't want to stay with father. So, now... he is in my room. I just hope my mother doesn't kick him out again.

The things he told me were unbelieveable.

1) The Bitch got on brother's case.
2) Brother blew up.
3) They fought.
4) He grabbed her arms.
5) She bit him.
6) The Bitch tried to kick my sister out along with him.
7) Brother got super mad.
8) Called her a fuckin' bitch.

Her: "Your mother!"
Him: "Exactly."

9) Sister cried.
10) I got pissed.

The Bitch is gonna pay for that one. I mean it.

Note: Friskyseal is...[add insult here]

Ack! Ok, well, you might know that The Cat in the Hat is coming out soon, right? Well, *I* didn't know that they filmed some of it in Pomona, California (of all fuckin' places). They filmed in my favorite street. It's where they sell antiques like nobody's business (just theirs). I heard about it, but I thought it was a fucking joke. I mean, POMONA? Right. I was wrong, though. ::shrugs::

You can see some pictures here. Just scroll all the way down. Oh yeah, I want to see Green Eggs and Ham on the big screen too! I mean, why not? It can be done as a short!

Note: I LOVE Mike Myers as the Cat and Thing 1 and Thing 2 look incredible. I mean W.O.W.

::shakes head::

Yep... it was just a rumor.

McKellen Has NOT Been Cast as Dumbledore!

Fact: Ian McKellen has NOT agreed to succeed the late Richard Harris in the role of Dumbledore in the Harry Potter movies. He has expressed interest in perhaps playing a different role some time in the future of the series.

DAMN The Sun. They suck.

Why don't people listen to me correctly?

Got my desk. Sorta.

Had a "busy" day yesterday (so busy, I forgot to post about it).

Eileen invited me to the mall and since I had that gift card to get rid of, I went. First stop: Hot Topic. I hated it in there as soon I stepped in. Due to the fact that there were many people in there, I just got some socks and started to get in line since it was LONG. Of course, I had my share of "How much is this?" and "Do you work here?" to deal with. Eileen rolled her eyes. Heh. I also got another "girl kicks boy" pin, Skinner pin and Screech pin.

I was tempted to go to KayBee, but I didn't want to make the family wait. Eileen wanted to check out Frederick's. All that underware and bra made me a little uncomfortable so I went to a store that was near by and bought myself some bra-like headbands. :-D

I got myself a Bebop t-shirt! (I still want that DVD set)

Eileen and her mother wanted to go to Nordstrom and Johnathan (Eileen's brother) wanted to go to a little anime (more like manga) store instead. So, John asked me to go to the store with him while his mother and sister looked at make-up. It was a neat little store. They had mostly manga stuff, hey even SPONGEBOB was there. I didn't start to enjoy myself until we were about to leave when I saw a Cowboy Bebop wall scroll. After that, it made me hunt for other stuff. I saw a few VHS series and my t-shirt. I got the t-shirt instead. WHEN will I come across another Bebop shirt that is NOT on ebay? As I am waiting for the sales person to give me my change back I see it. The Spike Spiegel doll I have been wanting for over a year now. I have only seen it on ebay and it was something to see it up close...finally.

"How much is that Spike doll"?
"Spike doll? Um, $43."
"Alright, thank you."

Aw, nerts. I understand, though. It's hard to get that doll since they are only made in Japan (I think). At least I got to see it!

After, we went out to get something to eat. Went to Island's and got us ourselves some huge burgers. I was mostly looking at the TV while the family talked. That lead to Eileen's mother's questions. Of course, after many attempts I gave in and told her as much as I allowed myself to. After dinner, we gave Target a go. I got myself a Fawkes the Phoenix watch. Then, since Eileen didn't find her movie we headed for Best Buy. I looked around for some of my father's favorite bands, but found none of them. I also saw some Bebop DVDs. Expensive sons of... grr. I checked the games and programs too. I only saw Photoshop 7.0. No Illustrator 10. :(

Finally, we all headed for their home. I had an excellent time there. They made me laugh. A lot. Eileen's mother also gave me a talkin' (or two) throughout the day. I respect her for that. Always.

This is both awesome and... scary. Mostly scary.

I LOVE to see people in cosplay, though.

BUT this is even funnier stuff: Stuff 1 - Stuff 2 Haha, oh Jesus.

I was looking for a Simpsons messenger bag and I was lead to this: Stylish Geek

Some funny stuff (since I am not a geek) and it seems to be run by Cafe Express.

Sir Ian does the double

The actor who plays Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings trilogy looks to have landed another wizardly role.

It only LOOKS like. This rumor isn't settled yet.

Dammit, where did all those teeny-bopper-magazine guys go?! I NEED TO CRUSH ON SOMEONE...something. I remember when I used to "crush" on guys. I used to actually notice a few of them. What happened to that!? I can't believe how I sorta miss that, too. I guess it kept me distracted in a positive way. My heart needs to feel those butterflies again (or was that my stomach?).

No, I put a lot of thought in this and I am NOT turning into a lesbian (which some suspect).

I don't want to be in a stupid relationship, I just want to giggle and blush like a stupid and naive girl. Sometimes, I think about my first crush, but that doesn't help. Ah, Dennis Rendon. Sandy-blonde hair, uh... light-brown eyes? Haha, I don't even remember. He was a shy boy scout who always wore that digital/calculator watch. Smart too, of course. Didn't say that much, though. I crushed on that kid for 3 to 4 years. Even after I had moved I was crushing on him. I still remember the last time I saw him. He was looking down from his balcony... smiling at me. Everytime I ran into him he would smile. Or maybe he was smiling at my friend. ::shrugs:: Ooo, man, I was happy that day. I also remember how ALL the girls had a thing for him. All of them tried to be with him (4th graders), confessed their "love" to him and so on. I kept away from that. Any sign of him looking at me would freak me out and make me turn the other way. The mention of his name would make me shiver. I was dared to scream, "I love you, Dennis!" outside a friend's window one time. She lived in the same apartment building as he did. It was stupid.

I've had crushes after that, but they weren't as pure as my crush for him. I used to have a picture... two actually. A class picture with him in it and a clipping from the school newspaper. He played the saxophone and was featured on the front page. I was such a fat dork. Heh, still am! Sometimes I wonder what he's up to. If he's attending college and doing well... or if he's fucked up. Like me.

Don't Want To Compromise


Cristal, you're single because you don't want to compromise

You live alone and like it, thanksverymuch. Well, at least some of the time. You prefer coming and going as you please, and you don't like to be controlled or held responsible for someone else's schedule or needs. After all, you probably have plenty of friends, a satisfying career (or other projects to occupy your time), and you may simply not have room for another person right now — unless of course they can bend to meet your routine exactly. Does this sound familiar?

While we admire your go-it-alone attitude — and your carefree, open-minded spirit — you may be shutting out others from your life without realizing it. You never know, maybe if you met the right person you could learn to grow together — while holding onto your hard-earned independence.

Hahaha. I find the "After all, you probably have plenty of friends, a satisfying career (or other projects to occupy your time), and you may simply not have room for another person right now" very amusing.

YOU take it.

So, care to know what I got? Yeah, me either, but Imma still write this.

Mickey Mouse clock thingy (Dad)
Grey hoodie with zipper (Grandpa)
Hagrid doll and CoS movie (Me)
Hot Topic gift card worth 10 galleons, 6 sickles and 9 knuts (Mother).
($50 for you non-magic folk)

Yep, I love them all. Seriously, some might bitch about these gifts if they were to get them (::cough::sis), but I am very happy with them. I love it when I get stuff. Well, father's clock to me smells like acid for some reason. ::shivers::

I am back. Back an hour ago. I left home at around three and thought I'd check out Toys R Us, since it's closing. Everything is 10-50% off. I got myself a Hagrid action figure (the one I have been wanting). Only cost me nine bucks out of fourteen. Wee. Then, I headed off to the movie theater to see Chamber of Secrets. It was ever better watching it alone with NO little icky kids running around. There were only a few in the room. So, I had a good three hours enjoying myself in there. I was a bit worried that it would be dark outside since the movie is long. I was right. I hurried home as fast as I could and tried to be cautious. It's not the first time I have walked alone in the dark, though. Aside from going to the store, I ALWAYS walk from school at around five. It's pretty dark by then. Anyway, who cares.

I had a great, great time... I came in here and got an e-mail from a friend (surprise?):

Curly,

If you're still going to be spending the night alone, I'd like it more if you came with me to my dad's family's house for a few hours and we got to spend some time together for Christmas!!!

Call me and lemme know, cuz I can't find your number, so I'm going to keep looking for it right now, but still call me by five thirty if you get this message, if not, i'm going hunting for black haired messicans! ;-)

talk to you later,
me

Drats. Not DAMN or RATS, but DRATS. I wrote her back telling her that I was sorry that I didn't get to read her e-mail sooner, but I also told her that I probably wouldn't have gone with her since I suck at being around people. I hope she understands. All and all, even though today is just like any other day... it was a good day for me.

Oh yeah! Guess who was named this years TFK (Time for Kids) Person of the Year? Yep.

Off to see a movie... by myself. A first for me. CAN'T WAIT!

Just found some Harry Potter editorial cartoons. They rock.

Gossip (little):

Cho Chang?

I also wanted to mention how much I love (have loved) the German version of the Harry Potter book covers. They always make Harry look very creepy and almost in the same pose. It's awesome. The one book cover that has made me... "laugh" was the Italian book cover for SS. It's kinda...strange. Anyway, check out all the book covers. You'll see what I mean.

Prosecutors Consider Opening An Investigation of Harry Potter

The Russian Orthodox Church has issued no official statements on Harry Potter. But at least one outspoken Orthodox missionary has read all four books and concluded that they are harmless. "Is it a textbook on magic?" Deacon Alexander Kurayev said in an undated 16-page critique of the Harry Potter series posted on his personal web site. "No," he said, "it's a fairy tale."

At least some people get it.

But of course...there is good to Harry Potter (like more than most of the time):

Granting Catiebug's final wish

:)!

I'm nauseous. I didn't want to go visit Grandpa's, but I did anyway. I KNEW that I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have. But I did. Now, I am as sick as a dog. Sicker even. It went downhill ever since Mother started yelling at everyone for not being ready (note: she never gave us a specific time other than, "When David gets out of work."). I spoke with my father and of course, he fueled my anger a bit.

The Bitch KNOWS that I get carsick, yet she seems to never remember. So yesterday, I refused to eat nothing. I had a headache from the ride and I didn't want to eat in a table with The Bitch and Asshole. I was beating myself up inside having to listen to those two. And of course, The Bitch brought up our affairs. It got to the point where I got up and went straight to the bathroom, slammed the door, and started to cry like the pussy that I am. I couldn't believe her. Did my grandpa REALLY have to know EVERYTHING that goes down in this family? I wanted to burst out into that diner room and regurgitate EVERYTHING that has happened this year and ALL throughout my life. Everything from almost kicking my brother and I out of the house at the age of 8 and 10 to leaving us without a word and drinking that gasoline because of Asshole. But no. I couldn't do it. I knew better than that.

So, I spent my time there saying nothing. I eat nothing, too and I am still paying for that now. I did have SOME fun. I watched Scooby-Doo with some little kid and talked to my aunt about computers and such. All of that on the last two hours before we had to leave. ::shrugs::

During those two days The Bitch had put me down... in private and in front of people. Guess where I'm spending Christmas? Away from those two.

Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up, up, up and up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down...down...down...down.

Down.

This is what brings people here:

GE crystal optical mouse
oxie moron
simpsons quote "mentally ill"
i mother fuckin hate gays so much i wish they were all dead (whoa)
ana-nicole smith pictures
daniel radcliffe pressups
"harry potter tab"
Daniel Radcliffe gays pictures
fuck dork.com
pictures of bobby trendy
oxymoron (2)
ana nicole smith fat
"Bobby Trendy" hate
name of bobby trendy song

Chances are that these people might come back to this site again...since I posted their search words. Damn Trendy.

Done. I need some M now.

I just COULDN'T wait for the 25th.

If you can read this, then this bastard has finally published.

Note at 4:23 PM: This is still fucked.

I already have my next layout all planned out, but I'm going to wait until after the 25th. Once that day passes... the whole red and green thing is OUT.

In today's news:

Woo hoo!

Why are people so uptight about this? LET IT GO.

They are just issues. Everyone has them.

And about the actress to play Aunt Marge (Pam Ferris)... she also played Agatha Trunchbull in Matilda. No wonder she looked so damn familiar. She's gonna be good.

I NEED ILLUSTRATOR 10!!!

AHHHHHRRRGH!

I found some wallpaper that look almost exactly like the ones I made a few weeks ago. Of course, this person made them first, but mine look way better. :-D

Compare: theirs to mine.

Guess who's Aunt Marge for PoA?

For a little while it has been said that David Sneddon was tipped off for a role in the next film. Would he be playing Lupin if he was to get a role?

And yes, how could I forget this "rumor" that has been going around the net for a few days. It makes me a bit edgy. Would the WB really be able to pull it off? It doesn't sound good.

Could there be a more wonderful pocket watch?

(well, yeah, there COULD be, but THIS one comes from a book!)

Someone actually had the TIME to make a Nimbus 2000...

...by hand.

Ok, ok. It's true. I am out of it. Hahaha.

I have been growing more and more out of touch with reality ever since I started school. It's irritating and I am scared. I've added more scars on my skin since June and sometimes I fear that I might go back to the year 2001. I have lost touch with a lot of people. I don't start conversations unless I feel the need to say something. It's brief and then I get back to my loser ways.

SO, the answer to a few people's question: Yeah, ok. I am not good. I haven't BEEN good. The more one asks, "How are you?" the more I go insane. Even if it is an innocent question. I do the automatic "fine" answer (I hate it). I was in a hospital in pain one time and the doctor asked me how I was feeling. I was crying, quivering and holding my stomach and I say, "I'm fine." Then he tells me, "Well, don't you have some pains in your stomach?"

"Yes."
"Well then, you AREN'T fine."
::feels like a total shithead::

FUCK YOU! You fuck. You didn't even know what you were doing. All you did is tell someone to make my vagina bleed and send me home with red-fuckin' pills (which I threw away). I can't trust people anymore and that fact is making me hate myself. I don't need to visit those damn psychiatrists anymore. They are bullshit. "Here, have fuckin' pills because you're worthless and we are not able to help your sorry ass." Hey, if I want to fuckin' damage my skin, then I will. I cut myself, so the fuck what? "Cristal, if you feel like you are going to do it, call me. I don't care if it's 1 AM, just call me, ok?" Oh, right. Like I am actually doing that. You know that if I DO call at 1 AM you are gonna be tired, pissed and less whilling to help me. Just, cut the shit, man.

"Bitter" you say? You bet'cha. I am as sour as I can be. I believe that I have gone from 19 to 80 in a matter of 6 months.

Ha, yeah. I'm an addict. I am fucked. Life is boring, I have less stuff to look forward to... blah, blah, blah. You know what's ludicrous about that statement? That I don't fuckin' mean it... just like I never mean anything that I say. That's right, I'm a bag full of shit. I believe that others feel more sorry for my ass than I do.

Do yourself a favor and fuck off. I can't handle you all right now. You make me feel like shit.

I was listening to some music and I couldn't figure it out.

Hot rod music?
Hot fudge music?
Hot love music?
Hot dog music?
Hog crud music?

It was hot something music. Haha. "Let's get it on. Ahhhhhh! Let's get it on!" Hahaha. I'm tingly! I wish I could feel like this all the time. I would be a better person. None of the uptight bullshit. I could be so free. "Move BITCH, get out the way, get out the way, get out the way! Move BITCH, get out the way, get out the way, get out the way!" Hahaha, that song. "Shake, shake, shake... shake, shake, shake... shake your booty." Heh.

"I better knock (thud, thud, thud, thud) on wood...BABY!"

Hahaha. Hmmm, 1 AM, should I head for my big pillow a.k.a bed? Wooooooooooooooo.

Holy mother!

These pills are AWESOME. I just took ONE today and I feel like I'm about to collapse. I'm tingly and sleepy...the JOY. I am soo tempted to take two instead of the recomended one. It reminds me of Vicodin.

Wee. ::heads falls on keyboard::

Mother bought be some pills today!

Motrin. Yeah, I still have cramps regardless that my uh, well...my "monthly bill" was over. She told me that Motrin is stronger than Tylenol. Oh joy.

I refuse to be emotional. Don't hug me, don't touch me, don't reach me, don't look at me. Don't smile or wave at me, don't talk to me at all. People, stop where you are. Don't waste your words on me for I won't give anything back. I wonder why some bother with me. I couldn't carry on a conversation if my life depended on keeping oxygen alive. I create a lump in my throat thinking of you.

Every year it's the same question: "Cristal, no boyfriend yet?"

Does EVERYONE have to be in a foresaken relationship? I can't see myself being with anyone, yet that day might come one day. What am I waiting for? Not even I know. I am the type that refuses to be in an uncomfortable situation. I don't CARE how nice you are or seem to be, if you make me feel like crap, I will ignore you. Completely. Ah yes, one of my many dead ends.

I sit here and "cry," thinking of a way to get out of this hole. Yes, a part of me wants to get out, but that part is not strong enough. The rest of me refuses to be around you. You take a step closer and I jump back twenty feet to keep you away. It's always been the same. I fucked it up this time (I always do). I don't dare tell anyone about this. I am still holding back a lifetime of secrets regardless of what you have read now and in the past. But most wouldn't be smart enough to get a hold of me. The only ones who are around me are the ones who are the blindest. They know nothing of what I do.

Finally, I get to a computer which I haven't been able to do all day due to exams.

Yeah, I read the Cauldron and we didn't get the card. My heart sank. In fact, it's still down there somewhere. Leaky, INC. didn't even get a chance to bid. It would have been great if we would have gotten the card, but we raised nearly $24,000 (which is awesome) and ALL of that is going towards a wonderful charity! (shoot, I wish I had 24 grand to spen on books) We tried, but in the end many unfortunate children will be able to have books to read. Books may not solve hunger or "world peace," but it can give many incredible ideas.

Who got the card? An American.

Click here for more news! Or if you want it straight from the Cauldron, click here.

Alright, time's up.

You can still send money, of course, but it won't be there in time for the auction. Now, the only thing we can do is relax (yeah right) and cross every finger we own.

The time has been extended!

You can still send your donations to Leaky, INC. Today was supposed to be the deadline, but for certain wonderful reasons, it has been extended until Wednesday at 12 PM. Now I know for sure that my donation will get there on time (I was a bit worried about that).

I am so nervous and excited about the auction this Thursday. Ack, I am crossing my fingers that we get the card, but in case an unfortunate "curse" is placed on us and we don't get it... It would be alright. This money is going for a good cause anyway. Woo, so we win either way!

Ok, about Jack. Well, he looks very weak and crappy because he IS weak and crappy. He keeps to himself but is facinated by Tacey and enjoys following her around. Tacey doesn't mind, though (maybe it's because she doesn't notice him). Jack is smaller than the other little Otals his age. He's always being taunted by his fellow peers. Poor thing. He doesn't seem to care. He has plans of his own.

Jack is here!

I am still thinking about his traits and purpose of his creation. I'll get back to you on those.

I check my weekly "site thing" and I come across this:

harry potter sex fucks hermione
"Daniel Radcliffe" gay

What are people playing at? Yeah, like one is going to find that kind of disgrace here.

It also looks like someone has a thing for Bobby Trendy.

name of bobby trendy song
bobby trendy real name
"bobby trendy" cost of pink bed
Bobby Trendy luxurious
"Bobby Trendy" hate

I can't believe how easy it is to be linked to this kind of filth, but then again... sometimes I get linked to amusing search words.

help I am a moron

what's your cowboy bebop theme song?

It's done and it's sent. Now, I am just HOPING that it gets there on time. Oh God, I am hoping it GETS THERE at all.

I got everything ready and thought about what I was going to do when I get near the post office. Half way towards there, I make up my mind and decide to go to the bank to withdraw cash and buy a money holder Christmas card. I walk around Rite Aid for an hour or so looking at all the Christmas decorations and whatnot. Then I went over the cards section and tried to figure out which card WASN'T the cute one (it's just not my style). After a lot of self-debating I choose the most sarcastic one. It's funny too.

I go to the post office, write a little note for the Cauldron Staff and stuff the money and information in the card. I wait in a queue for another hour (damn holidays), send the donation the "Priority Mail" way (because I can't afford express), and leave for home. I'd say how much I sent, but I'd rather wait until after the auction. My brother asked me about how much money I "wasted" and I told him that I sent in a decent amount.

"OH MY GOD! YOU SENT IN $20!? You are so STUPID!"
"Noo, I did NOT send in that much."
"How much then?"
"Five plus the 3.85 that I had to pay to send it in."
"Well, that is almost $10 that you wasted for nothing."

Grrr. Anyway, I lied. I didn't send $5. If I would have told him the truth...he would have killed me and would have called me "REALLY stupid."

But I think otherwise. It's for a great cause! Books for the love of Mike, BOOKS!

I also worked on my mother's project for about five hours. Drawing the Nativity with markers is not that fun. It's shitty for my standards, but my mother loves it. So, whatever. I am tired.

As miserable as I am right now, I still have high hopes for the auction. I am REALLY hoping that The Cauldron (basically, the fans and readers) raise enough money to get that card. It would be a shame of some old bloke (who probably wouldn't share it) gets it. I still have yet to send my share of the donation. Honestly, if it wasn't for school, I would have sent it out days ago.

I am as eager about Book 5 as any other Harry Potter fan out there (old or new). I heard in a chatroom that the book was coming out on the 12th, but I brushed it off. Anyone will type anything just to get some attention. Whether it is true or not, I'd rather hear it from The Cauldron.

Note: I wasn't given a chance to speak about the auction today. For some reason, the teacher skipped me. ::shrugs::

The Cauldron already have over 600 donors (and still in counting, of course). Jesus, that is a lot, but I bet it will hit over the 1,000 mark. I still have yet to send my donation. I wanted to send a check, but it is too late now. I get out of school at five and the post office closes around that time. I can't afford to miss school anymore, so I am sending the alternative. Friday will be the day for me and it would be perfect since all donations have to be there by the tenth.

I can't wait to see how much the donations have advanced and tomorrow I am going to speak about the auction in my communications class.

I sent out some e-mails regarding the auction (except for Entertainment Tonight; they had too much legal shit). I just hope that the news stations and whatnot will actually read them.

::crosses fingers and toes::

I need to get out more often. Ok...I just need to get out. I went outside this afternoon after the family took a trip to a near-by chinese buffet and I was shocked...

"WHO, HOW? WHERE did that moving reindeer come from!?"

Yes, the house was taken over by Christmas decorations. I saw lights, a moving reindeer, a neon-light snowman and candy canes. I am usually the one who decorates the house, but not this year. I didn't even see this coming. Then again, I have been avoiding my family. I also noticed a tree in the living room. I didn't even hear ANYONE mention it, not even my sister and she mentions EVERYTHING. ::shrugs::

Damn school. I need to get away from it.

For more ugly news...my grandmother is back. She brought, as my brother calls them, "The Zoo." I was awaken by loud talking and laughing this morning.

"Claudia, here's the bag. Here's the bag, Claudia. ::knocks on bathroom door:: Claudia? Claudia, here's the bag." He did that for five minutes.

I wanted to get up and yell at this man, "THE WOMAN IS BATHING A FUCKING BABY! SHE CANNOT GET UP TO UNLOCK THE FUCKING DOOR BECAUSE SHE HAS A DAMN BABY IN THE FUCKIN' TUB!!"

To add to this bullshit, that couple (whom I haven't even met yet) have four LOUD and annoying children (whom I haven't met either). But the father was the most annoying. He just WOULDN'T SHUT UP. All of this in Spanish, of course. He took like two hours to shower, I was thinking, "THAT is OUR water, you fuck!" They soon left and I finally had a chance to go to the bathroom. I get there and...they forgot to FLUSH! Dammit, they are sick.

I also heard my grandmother and mother telling some old lady how lazy and unresponsible we are.

"I have to wash their clothes EVERYDAY, and cook for them and blah blah BLAH!"

She is FULL of shit. She washes EVERY fuckin' day. There is NO NEED to wash everyday. About the food. Because she says that she has to feed us, I have been refusing any cooking from her for the past three weeks. So, now she can't say shit...BUT she still does. For some reason, she has the need to tell everyone we are bad children. Yes, children who don't smoke, drink, have sex or are in anyway morally bad AND lazy...are bad.

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