Monday, December 30, 2002

Today I went to Tara's with Kirby and we chilled. Tara gave me my christmas present. It was the greastest thing ever. I l o v e the rain, so she got a little clear box and put it outside when it rained. So it's a box of rain!! Like the GratefulDead song. At the bottom of the box is the picture of the two of us, and all along the sides are song lyrics from some of my favorite songs, or songs that reminded her of me. I love it!! Made me so happy. I'm actually looking at it right now..."Is this really living, sometimes it's hard to tell. Or is this just a kinder gentler hell. Turn out the lights and let me stare into your soul, I was born and bled for you to hold"~Harper
So we went downtown so Tara could finish her roll of film for Photo. She had to take pictures of poeple in strange and unusual angles so she took some of me and Kirby. We got Starbucks and walked to CVS so she could get more film.. and we saw Robin and Jamie Yaffa lol. So funny, Tara was like. robin don't move, I wanna take a picture of you. and she was like oh wait, hold on.. and she took of her coat and got into a sexual position with her ass sticking out.. I was like O M G..this isn't a picture of playboy.. PLEASE keep your clothes on. lol..
Yeh there was no film and Tara thought of taking some pics of Yvette since she lived right there so we stopped by and hugn out for alittle bit. Kirby was sick though so she went home and tara and I went back to tara's house and watched some movie. My 'rents didn;t let me sleep at Tara's [ofcourse] so I called my dad to get a ride home and [like usual] he flipped a shit and pulled the ol' why are you calling me in the middle of the night to be your chauffer speech. God. Yeh.. uhh. license? hah.. that'll never happen. No I'll go to a DriversEd class sometime this week. only two left man! Yeh so my dad was besically acting like a fucking two year old. He was like omg bianca, how could you even ask me to move and pick you up.. its like.. dude.. sorry I'm asking you to be a fucking parent and drive your child home.. he rarely does it anymore anyways because many of my friends drive now. He basically laid it out and said I'm never allowed to go to tara's house again because he doesn't want to pick me up. Guh, way to be fucking gay. only when I get good grades will he be willing to pick me up..I have to prove myself. I was like dad.. what did you do when you were younger before you got your license? and he said he took the bus, or he walked. so I was like ok.. theres no bus, and maybe next time i'll walk home.. maybe i'll make it back before the morning.. or you could just let me sleeep over and i could just get a ride to the library or something the next morning if you REALLY have something against driving there... and he was like NO SLEEPOVERS. youre not allowd to have sleepovers until I see no C's on your report card. basically my dads trying to make everything as hard as possible. im just trying to find some even ground here... so I w aslike.. ok what do you want me to do. and he said he wants me to stop hanging out with Tara. ok.. I just realized bitching and moanign isn;t goign to get my anywhere... great.
I'll be back
P e A C E

Bianca
12:45 AM