Adventure.

Frustrated as fuck.

11:21 am, Monday January 16 2012.

Fear.  Apprehension.  Anger.  Confusion.

All of these emotions describe how I have felt since I’ve woken up.  

First of all, my fucking English teacher hasn’t put my essay grade in, which I submitted over a month ago.  Our final is tomorrow, and I just want to know my gradeeeeee. I can’t deal with her idiocy and slow grading skills anymore.  I have no respect for her. 

As I went downstairs, I saw a folder from Tarzana Medical Center.  I opened it.  I think my mom might have breast cancer, or maybe a tumor of some sort.  The information inside talked about a biopsy and “abnormalities” in the ultrasound.  I’m really shocked.  I literally had no idea about any of this.  I knew there was something strange in the way my dad didn’t tell me why my parents were going to the doctor.  It’s also been weird how my dad essentially bought my grandfather’s company and didn’t bother to tell me.  It’s also kind of pissing me off that my parents didn’t tell me that mom was moving to a new office with more responsibilities.  The fact that they dont think i can handle all of this is really annoying. I don’t know if I should tell anyone about my concerns because I don’t want my friends to know this much about my personal life and I don’t even know if it’s true. I’m really scared and probably won’t be able to study today.  Great.

Also, I’m changing my URL because one person has seen this and i don’t want that to become a problem in my journaling.

“Trust thyself” -Emerson

11:30 am, Monday January 16 2012