I'm getting really sick of my dad being home. I forgot to take a bag of clothes out to one of the vans before I left for Springfield with Taelor earlier, so my dad freaked the fuck out. He hid my DVDs in the closet and told everyone to tell me that he threw them away. Ok, everyone knows how much I overreact about my movies. I freak out if there's so much as a scratch on them or if one goes missing, why? Because I've spent at least close to $500 maybe even more on all of those movies together. I would've died if I found out that he had thrown away my seasons of Ghost Hunters, because they were not very cheap. Anyways, I found them and I was being a complete brat to him. I told him that I was going to steal all of the laptops he leaves out in the living room and hide them in a closet and tell him that I threw them out. He doesn't think I'm very funny and neither does my mom. Adults really seem to hate me right now.

I've had an awesome weekend so far. I really just want to crash tomorrow, sleep all day. I got to hang out with Taelor, my future roomie, and that was the shit. We're going to go green when we move in together, everything will be eco-friendly. We're going to be complete hippies, motha. Our living quarters will be full of pictures of Lennon, Bob Dylan, & whoever the fuck else we decide to stick up on our walls. We're going to get a huge poster of Abbey Road to hang up. We spent a lot of time at Penny Lane today looking around at all of the amazing posters, and Taelor bought me one for my birthday. I'm fucking excited because of how extremely kick ass it is. Check it out:

I absolutely love the song 'Mother' so I about pissed my pants. I'm such a girl.

I'm going to go watch The Wall now. I'll sing along terribly. Nobody will want to listen, but I'll have fun doing it.