It's not that I'm still grounded.

I'm just trying to be good.

Friday I talked to my parents, and while they were still upset they gave in to my pestering and let me go. The party was definitely worth it.

I didn't want to be a bad kid yesterday, so I stayed in. All day. I wanted to kill myself, I was so bored. No, that's way too exaggerated. I didn't want to kill myself, I was just really bored. I tried to read the plays I checked out, I tried to play games, nothing. Although I started to read Steel Magnolias before I went to bed, it looks good.

Anyway, I think I have to work today, which sucks. I'm just tired and blah. I had a dream about work. My work consisted of collecting leaves in a bag, weighing them, and throwing them into a bigger pile of bags. Amanda Chow and others worked there as well, although I don't know how they managed the drive from College Station. Oddly enough, a certain John that gave me mean looks in 12th grade worked there too. We carpooled together, and I couldn't help but think of him in a certain way. I wonder what he's doing now? He couldn't of have graduated highschool, he skipped every day of first period. No, literally every day.

I should go. I really need to clean my car soon.