Whomever said Christmas was a holy holiday should burn. Honestly. That damn Christmas tree nearly took my life. My arms and hands are stinging, and that mother fucker should pay. It's too pretty to harm, though. Fuck.

Don't forget to unload the Christmas tree and decor from the truck.

I won't.

...Before your brother goes to work.

...okay.

Now.

...fine.

Don't put the couch there. Put it here. Don't do that. Put it over here. Don't move that, only move what I tell you to. Lets put all the furnature on one wall so it looks all crowded and disgusting.

How about you let me do what I want to do, and go back to eating your fucking sandwich?

God damn.

5 Things I've learned today about Christmas:

1. It sucks.
2. Trees are fuckers.
3. Whoever thought of putting trees in houses were totally insane and should have been stoned. With sharp rocks.
4. Don't plug the star into the wall while your fingers are in the way.
5. When all else fails, put the ugly side of the tree to the wall so no one can see it.

Wow. This time of year sucks ass. HO HO HO! Merry Christmas! Your Grandmother has cancer! HO HO HO! And while I'm at it... SO DOES YOUR DOG! HO HO HO! By the way, Your mom is going to go in for heart surgury because she waited to long and now she's officially dying. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Ho ho ho...

I hung out with Josh (Belverio) last night… wow. AWESOME. I’ve never done that outside of school before cause I never have time for anything, but for once, I did something for myself and went to the coffee house with Josh! Not with him, but I met him there. God, I love that kid with all my heart. We had so much fun… at least I did. We sat around for a while, listened to a few bands, then went outside cause it was hot as hell in that place… I had a spaz and ran around the school and back. …hm. I saw my friends, which was nice. One of my friends from Belvidere, (Won’t mention any names…) puked all over Katie’s shoe/pant leg and on my shoe. To say the least, it was probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever witnessed. Yeah, I don’t get out much. But from such a small kid, that was a massive amount of vomit. Hm…

Oh, and for you fucking ass hole that was there last night, it’s none of your buisness. Now… a lot of you are sitting there with this look on your face like “What is she talking about?” You said it. You know. If you’re reading this, and you think I’m talking to you, I am. Learn some fucking respect, lady. You don’t ask someone something like that. Especially my best friend and especially after everything he’s gone through this week, whether you knew about it or not, common courtesy, you don’t ask someone that. Jesus Christ.

Wow that was a sudden mood change.
But I’m all good now.
Cause. It’s. Off.

Josh (Miller)’s mom was at my house today… twice. I love her, she’s such a hoot. Josh wasn’t with her, which was probably for the better, cause I was in my strawberry PJ pants and my plaids, no makeup and shitty hair. …eh. I don’t know guys, I really don’t know. There’s nothing more that I want but him, and he’s so distant. Why the fuck does he have to be so shy, and why the fuck do I have to be the same? It’s not working, I can’t talk to him, he has to talk to me. He won’t do it. He will. Not. Talk to me. Tiff’s like, “He came up to me today and told me to tell you that he wants you to talk to him because he really likes you.” And I’m all… “…” Because I can’t. I just wish he’d talk to me. I want him so bad, and I’ve never, EVER fell in love at first sight, and I never EVER expected it to happen, and it did, and now I sit here… waiting.

Wow.
All good now.
Cause… It’s off.

...ha.

I can't say I'm in the best mood ever today. I'm dizzy. I'm hot. I'm cold. I'm hot again. I'm cold. I can't see straight. I can't... see... straight. This medication will be my death, I swear. haha. Right now, it's hurting me. Not helping me. Right now... I'm in fourth period. I'll be in lunch... in... 14 minutes. Thank God. I need to smile. I need to see Josh Miller. I need to see my Josh. My Josh. Josh Belverio.

I need to see people.
Today.
Sucks.