i actually have a blister on my pinky finger from writing so much lately.

weird, i know, but i guess it's the way that i lean my hand against the paper. i just know that taking notes in my psych class at 10:40 is gonna be a pain. but then i'm going to the UCC gym and i'm gonna stationary bike it up for a bit. a half an hour probably.

i don't even know if amanda made it to class this AM or not. she sends me a freaking text message at 7:25 this morning, telling me that she's still not feeling good, can i ask dad if he can take her later? let's play the "what's wrong with this situation?" game!

1) my dad has a life. contrary to her belief, not everyone in the house is there to tend to her every need. my dad does have things that he needs to get done. and especially since adam is home to watch the baby now, he can actually get things done. things that aren't drive amanda to school. especially with the price of gas being so high, and the fact that he doesn't need to be doing that for her, when i'm already going to school. i got about 3 hours of sleep, but i still got up to take a test this morning.

2) she had a midterm this morning. yeah, she had a midterm in chem last night, and she was watching episodes of Daria last night when i went to remind her about my 8 AM class, and she said she had already studied. so she wasn't up all night doing that. so that's another reason i hope she got her butt here. i'm not sure her chem professor would let her make up a MIDTERM

3) she would have already had to have been up. if you know my sister, you know how long it takes her to get ready. if she was going to her 8:30 AM class, she has to leave the house by 8AM. Meaning she'd have to be up around 7AM, 7:30 AM at the latest. so she would already had to have been awake to get to her class on time.

4) you have legs! okay, so her room is down the hallway, she couldn't walk and tell me that she was running late? she couldn't walk down the stairs and tell my dad that she thought she was going to be late and he would have to take her? no, she sends a text message, so she doesn't have to deal with the issues. instead my dad gives me a lecture about how we don't need to be wasting gas and putting extra miles on the car. he ended it by saying "i know it's not your fault. sorry." i ended up being late for class. but we had a test, and i finished in about 20 minutes, since it was multiple choice and open book. but still.

she just sucks.

this is why i can't wait for camp. no amanda for a month. she actually said that she might volunteer for a week at camp, and i said no. not even thinking, automatic reaction. then i had to play it off like i was kidding. but i really don't want her to be there, because i know that she'll try her best to make my life a living hell. it's the amanda way. make all those around you miserable so that you feel better about yourself. she decided that we should be "workout buddies" aka, remind each other to exercise... and i do remind her, and i exercise on my own, because she never does. and then gets pissed that i've exercised and she hasn't. oh well, suck it up.

gotta walk up three flights of stairs to the library now for my psych class.

yeah, i take the stairs, not the elevator. that's one reason i've always been skinner than you amanda. not because i have an eating disorder, i'm just physically active as opposed to being more sedentary.

i'm sick of her. make her go away.