Well that's fucked up.

Well, all last week, things seemed to just be fucked up in general. And it was only getting worse and worse. Saturday was the culmination. But let's start with what started to go wrong?

Tuesday was when things first started. A friend I recently made, I found, was copying my work. I'd nearly gotten in trouble for plagiarism. Except I figured out that he was taking pictures of all my work on his IPhone when I would go to the bathroom or something. Not cool. One friendship ended.

Wednesday, a friend of mine had gotten extremely drunk at a party (on fucking Wednesday =.=) and I had to go save their ass. Why? The person throwing the party turned out to be a kid in my class that I'm working on an assignment with and he called me to tell me to save my friend. Great way to ruin your social face, by associating with that person. *sigh*

Oh, and that person that I'm working on the assignment with was supposed to meet with me Wednesday, but he had "something important to set up for". Needless to say, he got an earful, I did the assignment by myself, and he got a 0 because I didn't put his name on it on purpose. x) And it was worth 10% of our final mark. Fucker.

Thursday, the guy confronted me with two of his friends. Wanting to avoid a fight, I told him to fuck off, then left. Later on in the day, his girlfriend comes up and slaps me saying I put him in depression. Good. I just took her bullshit and kept going to class >_>. Was supposed to go shopping with a friend, but they never showed up because they didn't want to pay for gas. So there went a day of getting things I needed (hat, gloves, some things for a project).

Add to that, all week I'd been in a generally pissy mood, and just took it out on the wrong people. If you read this, you know who you are, and I'm sorry. But realizing what I was doing wasn't putting me in any better of a mood. ><

Friday was fucked up, though. I got a letter from my prof that I'm failing music ensemble class (it's on a pass/fail basis, not marks), because I haven't been able to attend the practices. Why? They're on Monday Nights, but I've had mid-terms every monday night since the last week of september. So I've been to a grand total of 3/10 practices.

Then my parents made me come home. Last minute, too. I told them I couldn't because of a mid-term on monday, but they said it was more important. So I said fine. But when I went to go get a bus ticket from the school, they were obviously sold out. Great. Took a Greyhound, and while they're more comfortable, they also cost 40$ to go home, and take an extra hour. Oh, my parents didn't pick me up at the train station either, so I had to pay for a train and bus ride home. Total money spent going home was about 50$. That's not something plausible when you're trying to live off of 600$ for 12 months of food.

I got home, and instantly got yelled at for being late. I shrugged that off, then got told to cook dinner. What. All during dinner, I was subject to the usual bullshit of "Are you sure you should be in that course?" along the lines of questioning my choices. Which made me want to yell that I'm not doing this for me, but for them, because it's something they wanted me to do in the first place. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be in this school, wouldn't be taking math or computer science.

That night, went to bed pretty late. Played vids till I passed out. When I woke up though, it wasn't good...

I woke up at about... 9 am? I could hear my dad yelling at my mom about money problems. Again.

Honestly, she's my mom, and I love her, but she's a fuckwad when it comes to cash. I think I've said this before in another journal. But what I heard this time was the worst I've heard so far.

Somehow, $2000 had gone down the drain somewhere. And my family isn't exactly in any sort of state to be throwing around that much money.

I'm not totally sure on the next part, considering I slept at oh, 4 am,and thus only had 5 hours of sleep. But I think he shouted something about that money being from my school fund.

... Which means that if that's true, and they can't replace it, I don't have any money to pay for the last part of my tuition come January.

...

Then I heard hits. And sobbing.

He was beating her.

Honestly, I don't know what to feel. She deserves it for being a fucking blockhead and a fucking cunt. But my dad should have known better by now to trust her with funds. They should both be beaten.

I fell asleep again, and woke up at 12. My mom woke me up to say they were leaving to get me groceries to pay for the trip home, and wondered what I needed.

They left, and well, I don't know. I've been kind of broken since then. I mean... what am I supposed to think now?

I think life has it in me for whenever I have a test or something big. I can only remember a lot of times where something big has come up to me, and I've lost focus because of something else that's happened.

...

Whatever. My last mid-term is tomorrow. Hopefully, this means the last of this shit I have to deal with.

I've already suffered through 18 years of it, right? I'll take Another 18 Years for $400, Alex.