It's one of those weeks where I can't remember what day it is. Earlier, I thought it was Friday, and just now I thought it was Monday. This week has been pretty good. Monday Billy picked me up after school and we hung out until I 4 when I had to work. Work wasn't that bad, except for the fact I was cashiering, which gets old after about 10 minutes. Yesterday was pretty good. Valentine's Day + boyfriend = awesome. I got roses and a pink fluffy Eeyore, and chocolate ♥. Billy knows me too well. At 5 we both went to work and I got to wrap flowers ALL DAY. It was awesome, because I didn't have to bag, or ring, or clean a conveyor belt, or get one carriage. I just got to wrap good smelling flowers for 5 hours. Evidently I'm really good at it, because I got an assload of compliments, and the regional floral guy John (REALLY REALLY REALLY IMPORTANT GUY) came in and bought 2 bouquets of flowers, picked them up, and said "Wow! These are absolutely gorgeous!". Which is obviously a good thing because I want to move over to the floral department. Which is perfect because at least one girl is leaving, and everyone over there likes me. If they don't, then they are mean and good at acting. I got my class ring yesterday too, and I love it. Me and Bonnie made Mr. Black the best Valentine's Day card EVER. It's about 3 pages long, and it includes 36 one-eyed cats.

Today was ok, kind of boring, but it went by fast. After school Bill picked me up and we went to his house and watched White Noise. The beginning was good, but the end was lame as hell. Batman can do so much better than that. Bill dropped me off at 3:45 to drop off his car at his dad's work and then went to work himself. I myself am not working until Saturday. I'm pretty much WICKED excited about that. Plus next week is vacation, which is okay as long as my dad is traveling or working a lot. He's leaving on Sunday and coming back on Thursday. He's been a super-cunt lately. He came home today with a "loaner phone" which I didn't really understand so instead of explaining it, every time I said what, he screamed "loaner phone" in my face. Sometimes he can be cool, but it's usually either when: 1.Mom is sober, 2.Friends are over, or 3.When Billy is here. It's only because mom will yell at him after a while, he doesn't want to give a bad impression to my friends, and he knows Billy will say something to him if he treats me like shit. Mom yelled at him for screaming "loaner phone" in my face, so then he replied with "Well she must not have been listening". Fucker.

Right now I'm watching Fullmetal Alchemist. ♥. It's times like these when I wish I had a fucking TV in my room, but no, my brother gets all the good shit first. He got his new cell phone today. I had to wait til I was 15, but no, Sean gets his at 13. I ask for a TV for Christmas, but no, Sean finds a working one in the trash so I automatically can't have one from my parents. I love my little brother more than anything, but sometimes it sucks being the oldest. Especially when my dad is feeling like a super-sexist pig. I hate this mood. I get bored and eat because I'm bored, then get yelled at for eating because I'm going to get juvenile diabetes and weigh 20394712349128787687 pounds because my dad likes making me feel like shit and knocking me down. Sometimes I think it would be worth it if he hit me and broke my jaw. I wouldn't mind having my jaw wired shut for a while. At least I wouldn't ramble as much.