Let me start with Wednesday. It was an ok day. I studied the whole time for my biology final. I kicked its butt. If the teacher has any sympathy for me, she'll give me my deserved B. *should be an A, but can't cry over spilled milk* In Social Sciences, its offical, I got a B. In my Theatre arts class, its almost definately an A. Anyways, there was lots of drama the other days.

Thursday and Friday were riddled with fight after fight. Thursday,my mom called the cops on me for not picking up a wrapper when she said. *I was but I told her to hold on* Also, I went to her room and lectured her. *she didn't liked to be disturbed either* So the cops show up and essentially say, "stay in your rooms, if someone bothers the either, they're going to jail" They also tell my mom that she should evict us if she wants. So with that, she thought she won. When they leave, she kicks down my door with her cell phone in hand. She starts to gloat about she is right and I better behave. So, I decide to call the cops on her. So she is all paniced and wakes up my lil bro and sis. *it's 11PM* She is like, we have to go. So my lil sister is sad because she believes she will have to go to a foster home again. So, she is crying and my mom asks me to tell the cops not to come. I tell her not to threaten or gloat again and I will. Eventually, she backs down and I call them off.

The next day is Friday. Things seemed like it'd go well. We were to go to Wal-mart and then potentially see a movie. Well, me and Michelle argue in the shower. She is mad because some conditioner fell into the bathroom trash can. I tell her I didn't do it. She sarcastically says "YEAH RIGHT" So I try to tell her not to accuse me. If I did it, I'd say yeah. Then more sacrasim, "It fell by itself, uh huh" So then I leave the shower. I'm putting on my clothes and telling her not to accuse me of stuff I didn't do. She saying I did and to stop lieing. So I swear to God I didn't do it. She still isn't believing me and is yelling at me. So I throw our basket of things *such as toothpaste, toothbrushes and shavers* into the shower. I then leave. She is yelling at me and I leave. I then watch tv. She eventually gets out and sits by the couch next to me. She is swinging some cord near me. I tell her to stop. She refuses. So I try to grab it.

She goes to the room and eventually I go in there. She is mad! Soon she is coming at me and scratching the crap out of me. So I have to grab her and stop her. That doesn't really work because she is finding ways to still scratch me. So then she tells me to let go. I do and she comes at me again. So I have to grab her arms and my blood is boiling. I want to punch her, but I don't. So I'm on her and she is like, "let me go or I'll scream." So I don't and she screams hysterically. So then I decide I have to get out, so I get my stuff together and try to leave. She threatens to break my stuff. So I tell my lil sis to call the cops if she hears stuff breaking. I leave to the college.

There, I'm alone. Its peaceful but boring. I never get that comfortable. After some laying on grass, I decide to walk home. I stop for some dougnuts and then get home. She is crying. I get in the room and she wants me out. I don't leave because its my room. SHe then asks what I got for her. *was she serious I thought* She was very serious, apprantely she was hungry. I thought about getting her something for a moment, but she is pickier than me, so if I got the wrong thing, it'd be tossed around the room. So then she is saying stuff about me and its just an ugly situation.

The argument ends after she is insulting me and gets me to cry. *appreantly what she musta wanted* I'm laying down crying and then she comes over and lays on me. She kisses me and its really odd. She is still mad but now wants me to take care of dinner. So, I do. She ends up helping too, which was a nice thing. We eat outside and the day ends well.

Today, my mom started around 2 fights with me. She believes she is the boss because she pays the majority of rent, therefore I must be her slave or something. Not only do things, you better do it when she says, or she starts to scream hysterically. The other fight starts when I am in the shower and Michelle went to get one of the baskets and appreantly the dog went into our trash and pulled out a bloodied maxi. So my mom calls Michelle "nasty" So Michelle tells me that and I come out the shower to argue. My mom goes outside and starts to yell that we're nasty and how she is better than us. She then gets the kids to go see shreak 2.

So yeah, this is my life right now. Alot of crazy crap. I dunno what I should do with Michelle. I love her but she has this crazy side to her. Its harder than just leaving her. Its easy in principle but not in practice.

As for kaliko, I believe having good friends is better than being a good friend. Atleast with good friends, they help you to be good AND you get along good. Besides, I'm not a good friend. I'm an ok friend. No one would cry or have an upset day if I was to pass away. Not that it matters, I wouldn't know anyways. So yeah.......That is all