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School today was okay. Didn't do my music midterm before class (even though it's late) because I couldn't think of anything to write, and then it turns out I can't turn it in late anyway. So I'm taking that class pass/fail. And then I fell asleep. Also got a nasty voice mail from Cherie because, Gods forbid, I took a basket down the hill. So all the anger she had at other people for the house being a mess, I got to hear in dripping sarcasm on my voice mail. It was really upsetting, actually. As I've said before, I only live here on charity, so if Cherie decides that she doesn't like me any more, I'm gone. So I was feeling....icky.

After folk music class (and after he got his poor dead Olds jumped) I made Rick take me to Moonstruck chocolates, they have one in Beaverton Town Center now. We spent twelve dollars between the two of us on chocolate-y goodness. There were some people setting up a guitar and violin, so we sat and waited while every single wealthy person in Beaverton sat down around us. The music turned out to suck, and it was Christmas music, which I'm so not ready for just yet. Then we went to the Jenness' where I ended up talking to Renee for almost an hour. Quite a bit about The Ex. Then it turned to politics, and she was remarkably tolerant of me ranting and raving for a while, despite the fact that she disagreed with me.

Then we went to McMenamins. I ordered Rick's beer for him. ;-P I also got tipsy on a pint of IPA. Oh well. Have established that in the circumstances that I decide I want to leave and he gets kicked out, we'll somehow share an apartment. Ha ha ha ha....isn't that funny. Or something.

Came home. Visited with Nana for a bit. Cherie didn't really apologize but kept explaining how bad her week was and then sorta sideways pulling the "nobody thinks I'm worth anything around here anyway" schtick, which I totally didn't respond to because I didn't see the point. Nothing I say would change anything anyway.

So now I'm off to snuggle and sleep on the floor with the mattress from the hide-a-bed. Side note: My mom is going to pay for my meds so I can get on Strattera or Concerta or something. Everyone loves brain drugs for ADD. Yep. I'm just so sick of not being able to concentrate and forgetting things. Hmph. I want to be back on the meds.

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Didn't sleep all that great last night. Woke up late and ran around with Rick putting the couch back together and then taking off. Remember how Cherie said she was going to put all my stuff on the back porch? Well, my Harp Fund jar was in it....short sixty dollars. I have no idea where that money went. There was something on top of it, so the wind couldn't blow it away. There was still six bucks in it, so whomever took the money out just took the twenties. I gotta ask Cherie. Rick said something sarcastic to me earlier. That's the first time he's done that, and it was on top of all that crap with Cherie, so I'm not feeling all that great right now.

I think I'm going to skip math again. Why the hell do I even bother coming out to Sylvania campus? I don't know anymore. I'm going to go to the cafeteria and grab some breakfast. And then later I'm going to Rock Creek campus to be in a study group for Peace and Conflict class, reviewing a book I read at the beginning of the term and mostly forgotten and didn't bring with me. Then, I don't know what. My weekend is open but I need to clean my room for a while and, obviously, work on homework. And trying to stay away from Cherie.

Maybe when I go in to get my ADD meds (btw, my mom is paying for the appt, not the meds. The meds are being paid for through an "indigent" program from the drug company) I'll ask about anti-depressants too. I feel like a zoloft ad. Y'know that one where that circle has a piece fall off and he starts crying? Yeah, like that. Gawds, that ad has always bothered me, because if you weren't depressed *before* you saw the ad, you were after. Like, "oh, the poor circle." But then, I'm the girl who got upset when her Furby started to cry 'cause Dad was holding it upside down. I have tons of compassion for things that don't actually have emotions.

Living better through chemistry, that's me.

I don't know if I'm surprised or not

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