Life

Welcome to the world of Anza, population 1. (Unless you count the voices in my head... ><) Currently, all hell has broken loose.
My cousin, is 18, a recent high-school dropout, is headed for stereotypical loserdom... and a baby. This, with a boyfriend who cannot even properly care for himself, the perfect picture of a crying, helpless baby-- much less the real thing; in a trailer rented with his family's money. To top it off, she smokes and drinks-- and has no ideas of adoption or abortion. She's 4 1/2 months, and she wants a baby with her lazy, loser boyfriend. Terrific.
My mom is pissed at me-- I mean really pissed. Again with the "it's not your job to get her breakfast" thing. She said if I stop, she'll learn her lesson about running people late. Then Julia calls, and I tell her she's at Grandma's. Mom got mad at me for disclosing that. I told her that it would be wisest to leave her to her own devices: "If she's given the chioce of 'talk to julia or not' or 'eat breakfast or not,' perhaps she'll learn her lesson." Pissed. Stormed out of the house, yelled at me to watch my mouth and everything. PISSED!
Then, they're making me play up with the level II's on Saturday, because the Mythology person-- Alex Taylor-- won't make it. So I have to play with the level I A team, and the level II A team. The one time I've played up is with the level II B team, who suck!! Needless to say, I'm terrified.
Ben continues to press me about if I like anyone at school; each time, I know he prays I'll say yes, and that it's him. I hate saying the opposite, destroying him so, hardening-- numbing-- him. But I can't bring myself to lead him on, either. *Sigh*
I want a cup of coffee! (Ooh! Or german candy. My friend Jasmine gave me a peice on Monday, and it made me somehow less belligerent for the rest of the day!!)