Well, things are getting better it seems. My dad is letting me off early, so I'm off lockdown mode this Thursday, which is also the day my mom comes and visits for a couple months. My dad always over exaggerates, and said I'd be grounded for the whole summer... It's been two weeks now and I'm getting off of it in two days. Sad for him, but great nonetheless for me. :D

Lockdown mode has literally been killing me. I've sat in this house with my idiotic brothers for two whole weeks. I haven't seen anyone (well, I did sneak a few people over when my dad was at work... Shhh). My dad expects me to not see my boyfriend anymore either, and that pissed me off more than anything. Only because I hate it when people tell me who I can and cannot hang out with. I think he doesn't want me hanging around with him only because my boyfriend's mother (a complete psychopath) told my dad that she was going to call the police the next time she saw him with me. But that doesn't even matter, and he knows it I think. I was talking to him on the phone the other day and my dad didn't seem to mind at all. This was in the car, and all he did was turn up the music really loud so he couldn't hear me talk. Bastard. :P A few days ago I got on a huge fight with my dad over the phone, and he threatened to take the computer and my camera away from me. It was really stupid. I got upset over that because he tried threatening me after he took basically everything away, and there really wasn't anything else to take. It just made me feel shitty.

The reason why I'm on lockdown mode is a long story though. I'm still boggling over whether I should dedicate a blog to write what happened, because a lot did happen but I don't want it to seem like I'm feeding you guys off of everything I'm doing. I don't want to feel stupid and have someone say "ok y r u telling me dis????????lols". I'm quite a hypocrite. I know I wouldn't read someone else's blogs about their everyday tactics, unless they were really interesting. So I don't know. Hardly anyone reads my blogs anyways, but it's nice to let a few things off your chest.

I haven't been doing anything productive. I haven't really been motivated to take pictures anymore. Or write, call someone, clean or anything. Our air conditioning hasn't been working for two fucking weeks, and it's twice as warm in this house compared to outside. It's 90+ degrees all the time. I'M DIEING. I seriously can't sleep in hot weather. I feel so gross and sick when I do. We have only one fan, and it's about the size of my head. I've been hogging it like crazy. My dad said he'd call a guy to fix it once the house was clean. Of course, I procrastinated for the longest time and actually cleaned the house really good a week after he said that. But the downside is that my dad's is a procrastinator also, and he just called the guy up yesterday, so it took him a week to call the guy. Like father, like daughter I guess.

With so much time on my hands, I've been thinking so much it hurts. I can't tell if that's a good thing or not.

I got my report card not too long ago. I expected my dad to yell at me because I haven't been doing very good at all this year. I'm generally a straight A student, but ever since I got my first C which was in biology, I just gave up for some reason. I'm beating myself over everything related to school, because I promised myself that my GPA would be higher than a 3.5, and my cumulative GPA is a 3.378. I also got my first failing grade on my report card. Of all classes, gym. I got a D on the final exam, which made my semester grade B+ because I got an A for the marking period. I think I did alright this year though. I'm just disappointed in myself for whatever reason.

Class Rank: 39 out of 182.

Booya!