I want to try and make it right, but I dunno if I can

Because I’m a really nice person, I promised my batchmates that I’d compile all the songs they’ll use for the cheerleading competition into a CD. I thought I’d be done with this by now but one of the songs had an error in it, so I have to download a new version all over again. And the internet’s really slow tonight. They’ll totally butcher me if I’m not done with that tomorrow, and I’m already unpopular as it is. I swear, I wish I was a senior already so I can say adios to these assholes in three months.

I thought I’d spend my day just chilling at home, but then I had to go to the mall and buy some last-minute tops for the dress rehearsal tomorrow. And then after that, I went with my parents to look at our new house. They haven’t put up the partitions yet, but I put an imaginary wall and realized how small my room was. It’s almost half the size of my room right now, but then again I won’t be sharing with my sister anymore. Thank God. Sharing a room with her can be such a pain sometimes. I think we get along well, but she can be very bitchy sometimes. And we argue about little things at night. For example, I like leaving the Christmas lights in my room on, but she wants total darkness. It looks to me like my sister might be PMSing right now or something, because she’s been a little bitchier than usual lately. I think she might be a bit pissed because I’m going to Germany this summer and she isn’t. I can’t believe she can still whine and all after going to the States last year. I’ve been dying to go to San Francisco again but I didn’t act mean to her just because I got stuck at home. *sigh* She can be so impossible to live with sometimes…and I really hate it the way she disses me or makes fun of my height in public. It’s really humiliating. I wish she could be the kind of sister I could talk to or treat like a friend. Unfortunately she isn’t. She’s kind of like Nenok in a way–an unpredictable war freak. But Nenok is worse though.

We also went car shopping for my car today. It’s not actually my car yet because my dad will be driving it but once I get my license I’ll worm my way into getting to drive it. See, my dad’s scared I’ll get into an accident or that the car will get carnapped with me in it. He’s a lawyer so he’s heard all sorts of horror stories. Therefore he doesn’t want me to drive until I’m totally old and wrinkled. It’s going to be my car anyway, once I reach the “appropriate” age of 20. And I can’t wait because the car we’ll be getting is my dream car. For now I’ll just have to make sure that it does not get a single scratch on the paint or dent on the metal.

Well I gotta make some phone calls. Despite what some of you may think, I’m not at all that antisocial.