So it turns out there is such a thing as too much Laffy Taffy.

Ugh. I feel like shit.

But yayyy for Halloween! I'm a little late, since it's over in less than an hour, but oh well.

Anyways, today was pretty fucking awesome. Mario, Anna, and I just hung out all day. I just got home about two hours ago. And we went trick-or-treating! I didn't really do that last year, since we were just hanging out at David's then. This year had clear skies too, and wasn't like the kilometre deep rain storm we had last year. Nice. Yet there was still hardly anyone out. I swear, the turnout gets smaller and smaller each passing year.... Damn fucking shame.

SHIT my stomach hurts. I wish people would start handing out more vegan-friendly candy, so I don't have to live off of Laffy Taffy and Dum Dums. Nothing wrong with those two, but they give me wicked bad stomach pains. Ergh.

Welllllll I still have shitloads of homework and make-up work to do for school, so I should probably start on that soon. Probably.

Mannn I wish Halloween wasn't just once a year.

I want to ask for help.

I'm just afraid to.

Worst. Hair. Ever.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

I just got back from getting my hair cut and it is even WORSE than the last time that crapass hair lady cut it. I kid you not. I look like a fucking 9327598327st matronly little boy. I FUCKING HATE IT.

I went back to Adeline this time too! She usually does a great fucking job. So here I was this week, fucking coked up drugged out skip-happy fucking marvelous as can be, all fucking excited to get my hair trimmed, and she fucking butchers it.

I even brought a picture of what I wanted it to look like. She cut it about two inches too short, so short that she fucking took out a man's buzzcut razor and started to shave off the back of my head! What the fuck?! And, as you know, hair shrinks about an inch when it dries, so it looked even more horrid after she took out the blow torch. Then instead of straightening it, she curled the ends under, so it looked like the biggest pile of shit I've ever seen. After about ten minutes of curling the ends (all the while she was talking on her cell phone) she put in hair cream and doused me in hairsppray. She must have cut me with the razor too, because my neck started stinging like hell. Fuck.

After all this, my hair is fucking ruined. And of course she and Mum were saying 'Oh it's so cute! I like it, you look nice' and other fucking bullshit. While they were saying this to me, the rest of the people there were looking at my head in disgust. Yeah, that really means I look nice.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I AM NEVER FUCKING CUTTING MY HAIR AGAIN!

I swear I will not even leave the house until it grows or until I can fix it with a wig or extensions or something. Fuck, I was so fucking amped for the Schoolyard Heroes/From Aphony concert tomorrow night. And now I'm going to fucking miss it, because there's no fucking way I'm going out like this.

Yes, it is really that fucking horrible. Shit.

Another reason to fucking hate going back to KR

If I would have stayed at Highline, I would have been able to graduate early.
Of course I knew nothing about this until today, sitting in the office waiting to be registered with Mr. Nicholson.
Turns out that when Highline inflated my credits from 9th year and the three quarters I spent of 10th before moving, they gave me .67 credits per semester. I also got one credits per class from when I started attending school there, so with all that added up together, I ended up with about 21.7 credits total. You need 29 to graduate there, and get eight per year. And by the end of this school year, I would have met all the class requirements AND COULD HAVE FUCKING GRADUATED EARLY.
Which I probably wouldn't have done anyways, to be honest, since I fucking loved that school and wanted to stay as long as fucking possible. But still, I could have had the option, and I could have filled senior year with fun classes that I wouldn't really need anyways.
FUCKING SHIT.
I hate this. I want to go back.

She wants to go hooooome...

Ugh. I'm feeling like fucking shit right now. Have been since the end of May. But it's especially fuckingshitty now. I was sick again today. They still don't even know what's wrong with me, but I've been getting sick off and on every couple of days since the beginning of last month. I threw up last night a few times and was freezing all day while everyone else was hot, and when I woke up this morning I had another crippling stomach pain. At least I could still see though. Oh fuck I probably just jinxed myself.

Anyyyyyyways, my mother's been calling me like every day since I first started getting sick and telling me how I need to move back with her. Pssha. Like that's going to happen. Although honestly I don't much feel like living here at my dad's anymore either. It's not that I don't like living with him, or that I don't like him in general, but Jesus fucking Christ...people will not leave us the fuck alone. Fucking shitty ass relatives are ALWAYS FUCKING HERE. I haven't had a whole day alone with my dad since before he was diagnosed, and now the only times him and I actually are alone together with no annoying aunts/uncles/cousins/MOOCHERS is at night. Wow big fucking woop woop about that. Especially since he ends up falling asleep within a few hours so we can't even do anything. Holy shit, people. I could go on for hours about every single relative whose done nothing but make me want to strangle them but I think I will restrain myself.

I have to go finish my makeup work and practice guitar too. I have to makeup like four fucking song tests tomorrow, plus work on a new one. UGH.