Actually, that's not true. I've been stressing a lot. Does that count?

:D I have made a wonderful discovery.....

My 12 year old sister's little bra-like piece of cloth (the type I wore in 5th grade) makes my boobs go away. Well, not quite. Nothing can, really. But nothing else works. It made me extremely happy....

Oooh. And I went to my aunt's house this weekend. Her 20 year old son moved back in with them (he was living with his pathetic excuse for a father in Wyoming for a while). But he wasn't there because they got into a fight and he went to his friend Joey's house. I haven't seen him in over a year. I remember that he was the "cool teenager." He played the guitar, skateboarded, dyed his hair, pierced his eyebrow, and locked the door to his room. He reeked of coolness and I wanted to be just like him when I was a teenager. I kind of am. But that's not necessarily a good thing. Now, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He has no real interests, talents, or education.

Also, I hate my step-mom. On the way home in the car, she was talking to my dad about how his being so messed up was for lack of a good role model. She was criticizing my aunt's alternative artistic lifestyle and parenting. Uggh.

and I lost my phone. Which pissed me off, because it was my dad's fault. Actually, I didn't lose it, it's still at my aunt's house. But I am without it for a while.