I'm looking forward to the weekend.

This week has been.. At best, bad.

On Monday, I went from when I woke up to about 11:45 without any food. I had nothing to eat for breakfast, we were out of food. At school, I was hungry, and had a bad migraine all day. At work, I was cranky, and yelled at a kid for touching me. As soon as I got home, I called it quits, took my pill, and went to bed. I had had enough of Monday. Monday sucked. And what sucked even worse was I knew I had my homework to do, but I'd have to do it in the morning.

Tuesday, I woke up, did my homework, and it was off to a pretty great morning. UNTIL the car ride. My dad yelled at me once, and I didn't talk to him for the rest of the trip, except mumbling "Thanks" when he said "Have a good day". (Later, Juli told me he felt bad for yelling at me.) You just DON'T yell at me in the morning. That's how I have bad days. My day is mounted upon my mornings. If I don't have a good morning, I have an awful day. I ALWAYS do my best to stay positive in the morning, but truth be told, I'm not happy. I'd rather be asleep.
Later, in Parenting, my teacher was listening to "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi. I decided then that Tuesday would be better. And it was, for the most part. I aced a few quizzes, obliterated a US history assignment (my teacher wrote "Excellent Job!!" at the top of my paper. I felt speshul. :D), and I got to see my kids, headache free. Later, at home, I bought the family dinner, and we watched a TV show, then went to bed.

Wednesday and today were alright. For the most part, all that's wrong is:

~~I'm INCREDIBLY tired.

~~One of my best friends at Work, Lindsey, is quitting. That kinda has me down. :/ She drives me everyday, and we talk on the way there. I've learned a lot about her. But, my point is, she will be missed. She's taken a lot of garbage there, and I understand why she's leaving. I wish she could stay, but oh well. I'll still see her everyday.

Tomorrow, Friday, I have a massive Unit 1 US history test, and a Physics Lab due. I finished the lab, but I don't know if I did it right.. The math is lost on me. I'm not worried about the Test, I love US history. But still. It is weighing on me.
That and the atmosphere around this family NEEDS to change. I'm sick of my mom yelling at the rest of us. I know I take what she says to me and turn it into a big deal. But hey, it's not fair. If she wanted to have kids, this is the consequence.

All I can say is
I'm looking forward to the weekend.


~ Tim