Well, my mom admitted herself to buffalo general the other day. it was actually friday, but she didn't tell anyone until saturday.

I ended up not finding out until much later that day after receiving an upsetting text message at work from my roommate Michael. After calling around and texting every family member a zillion times, i finally got the information out of Sarah. It was a non emergency, and she's fine, physically. She is getting released, today, tuesday after they monitored her for a few days and upped her dose. I went to visit her yesterday, an she seemed to be doing well.

I confronted April, finally.

Last night after she had been causing a raucous for a few hours, i finally hit the wall. She'd been playing loud music and being loud with my other sister, then fought with my other sister, then fought with her boyfriend a few times on the phone... In the middle of her creating drama on the phone with him again, i i finaly got out of bed, walked to her room, and made her hang up immediately.

I began to explain that I was done, that I had had it with her screaming, etc, and it turned into a full on screaming match for a moment. It quickly turned civil, though. I am just not a screamer. I don't have it in me. I was so... repressed? anxious? angry? that when we sat on the couch to talk about things, i was physically trembling. I couldn't stop for 20-30 minutes while i tried to explain myself and my frustrations. This naturally upset her, because she'd never seen me like that before.

I think it was my body just kind of dealing physically with how emotionally upset i was with her. I've never trembled like that before. I was quaking.

Towards the end of it, i think i got my point across... That when I'm home, I just want to feel safe, comfortable, and secure. That when she yells so much like that, it's impossible for me to feel comfortable or safe.

She did the whole crying "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm so terrible, i'm the worst, you hate me" thing but that's not what i was looking for.

i don't care if she's sorry. I wasn't there to talk about how terrible she is. I was there to talk aout how i feel about the way she acts, an that i want a change, or something. Sorry doesn't solve anything. Sorry doesn't work.

it ended well, i think? i got my point across, she seemed to understand my frustrations...

I don't know if anything will change.

Was a great pride this year. The best one that i can remember going to in quite a long time... or ever, really.

I had an awesome weekend despite some family issues that kind of snuck up on me.

I feel like things are going well in ways i didn't really expect and I'm grateful for that. I mean, of course there are things that stress me at the moment, but... i manage. i think?

I think if i just accept that i am perpetually surrounded by crazy people, it will bother me a lot less.











omg i had such a crush on the purple boy. He can sex me.

Last thursday, i worked the lunch shift, and then went out to lunch at cafe 59 with (e:terry) and (e:heidi). i got the barbecue portobello sandwich. 'twas quite a lovely lunch :)

after, i went up and took some food to erica. w sat and talked for a while. she has these cool pads of paper with lots of art and designs on them, and you can kinda just use them for crafty things... she made these folded up things that i shot would be pretty cool to turn into lanterns if you put the fat bulb christmas lights in them... i wanna try making them.

she has a beautiful singing voice.

i got some laundry action in, and then met with john to rehearse a few scenes with him. honestly, it went pretty well. seems like we'll get a long just fine. he kind of reminds me of myself. Which makes me worry for him.

this was my favorite thundercats shirt for years, but it got too tattered to use... so i cut it up to see if i could make it wearable again.

i guess it looks okay? i am shy to wear it out... but we'll see.

cleaning my room, i took out my keepsake boxes to put some new things in, and i found my old summer camp ribbons. i loved going to summer camp!