depression, bloodshed, and bad candy

Thursday
My parents fought. Dad threatened divorce, like he always does. I turned off SSX without saving. My mother and I pondered the meaningless of our lives. As always, a cheerful day.

Friday
All candy purchased was icky to discourage candy gorging. Dressed somewhat like Rinoa. Wrong colors, but oh well. And I refused to wear the dumb denim skirt and spandex shorts. Still, with socks and a ribbon on the arms, it was cool. Kill Bill was lovely. As was noted by my companion, the music was quite trippy. Too braindead to figure out the symbolism, though.

He did call... but I was going to the movies. It was nice that he called, although I kind of poked him into it... Meh. Oh well. I don't really regret that I went to the movies instead, though, as it was hella fun. Yes, hella.

Saturday
Attempts to read East of Eden and work on DBQ resulted in restlessness. Forbidden SSX-ing resulted in extreme depression. Food helped, but not entirely. Dad came home and demanded I work only on reading East of Eden. The result was depression. Food, again, helped. Came home and was forced to read again, resulting in depression. Book became more interesting, resulting in complacency. Nikki called, resulting in contentment.