It's a mid day Monday afternoon

I was once again pissed at Nick last night and we even had a little spit through texting. He said that he was coughing too much and too tired so that effected how he was going to drive today so I would have to take the metro. I responded with the fact that he's been coughing for months and I don't see how that would effect his driving. He was pissed at me last week because I said I didn't consider him a role model because he's so undependable. If he wasn't up until X in the morning maybe he wouldn't be so tired. I go to bed around nine and sometimes a little later if I have something that needs to get done. But I'm always up by nine thirty and I'm okay once I have my cup of coffee. It's just life. He said I need to be more independent. Wow. I wish I could be. Now it seems like I should have no problem getting a full time job this summer since Taylor did. Maybe I could squeeze more classes in this summer. Probably not. Maybe I'll go camping a lot with friends this summer. Perhaps there's camping somewhere near Caseville?

My step dad got on my case about my car this morning. Not in a bad way; just in a why-haven't-you-told-me kinda way. He ended up driving me to school today probably so he could get away from the grandkids. This morning CK was running in the keeping room where Megan, Lily and I were. And somehow CK accidentally hit Megan in the head with the toy he was carrying. Megan ran to JR. (her father) and he ignored her and said that it was probably her fault anyways. I yelled in to the other room, "No, Jr., CK hit her in the head with a toy on accident." But he didn't do anything after that. No wonder Megan's growing up with the attitude she has. Every time they have a kid, they ignore the other ones.

Jr.s giving a fully loaded computer with a plasma screen and everything. He said its perfect for what I need it for (writing and school work, what else is there to do on a computer without Internet?) I was going to give him my old computer but suddenly Nick was like "I'm pissed about that too, that's MY computer, not yours. If you don't want it anymore you give it to me." I pointed out that in the beginning of the semester he said to just throw it away when Senior wasn't looking so he didn't store it in his garage. Nick said he never knew that and he had friends that could fix it for free and he wanted it. Screw him, what an asshole. What's he going to do with a windows 95? There's nothing you can do with it anymore. It's DEAD! I've been writing on it since middle school. It finally croaked when we hit Wheeler Road. The programs are gone, missing, or incomplete in some way, shape, or form. There's something in it eating everything, even though a virus is basically impossible since it was never connected to the Internet. It doesn't have a USB drive and can't even play music anymore. He said he has games on it, but I know every corner of that computer, and there's not even solitaire. You can find where it was, but if you click on it, it won't play saying something was missing.

Don't listen to me though, the one who has lived off it for years now. Hopefully, I can put it to rest and this new computer will be all I hear it is.