Well, me and my mom have gotten along decently all day (yes i take it day by day). i talked to dad about how she treats me like crap and he said: “you just have to keep trying.” One day she’ll be my best friend and the next she’ll ruin my life. I wish I could blame it on PMS but she has to take menoplause pills every day. (:P). I think she gets mad at me when she can’t be mad at anyone else and she needs to yell at someone, me. Her last blowup was after Jesse did something stupid, and she got mad at me for trying to clean up the lunch counter… Jesse wasn’t there, so she needed someone to be mad at. I started crying and dad said it again “Keep trying”. So I am trying, I would like to get along with her, it would make me very happy. That’s why I am exuberant to say we’ve gotten along all day. I don’t want to dread coming home, I don’t want to move out at a strikingly young age, I don’t want to change my name and move to Australia. I want to be able to come home and tell my mom about everything going on and for her to give me advice, maybe even sympathize for me a little bit. And maybe dad’s right, maybe if i keep trying really really hard, it will happen. And the thought makes me feel like I’m on fire. Yeah, so today’s been pretty good, because you know what they say, life’s a game, take it day by day. And while I am still in this positive state of mind I will say Au Revoir, ;]