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So, okay.

Today my brother ran away. Literally.

It was hell.

But now, it's better.

And I don't want to discuss it at all.

:)

If you do want to hear about it, I can post what I told Anna (who, speaking of, I owe an apology - My laptop SHORTED OUT. I was STUNNED. But Dad fixed it again, and now I'm just worrying about the charger again. Woo-hoo.)

Basically, everyone in my family's feeling slightly weirded out right now. I'm not the only one, and I feel kind of selfish for even writing that last thing about wanting to go away - I'm not alone, here. My parents and Michael are in this too, and as much as I might feel so danged unique, I'm still their family, and if I leave, I'm giving up.

So commences the 2008 search for a best friend, by the way. Kyleigh's hanging out with Steph, who I can't be around for long periods of time, and when I tried telling her about this Morgan thing, she was just like "well, you heard that pregnancy thing from Daniel, so who knows if it's true" - like I would DOUBT the only guy who cares enough to call ME.

But she's still my friend. I just feel kind of limited on what I can tell her.

AAAARRRGH.

Okay.
Frustration ----> slightly vented.

Oh, and since Dad checked me out of fifth and sixth hour to try and find Michael today, I'm officially failing English and potentially drama for absentses. I'm going to talk to the principal tomorrow, and reason with her and tell her to talk to dad.

Blah.
These last two weeks could be erased and it would be better.