Being paranoid about something that never happens is frustrating enough. Getting over the paranoia, and then having the thing happen... That just sucks beyond belief.

I seem to be rather popular this week... Lots of people (my dad, some friends, my mom, a friend of my mom...) want to do stuff with me before I leave for college. I feel oh-so-special.

After my mom and I picked through his discarded CDs, my brother took the remaining ones to sell. I tried to toss in a few of mine, but he refused to be seen with them. I can't say I blame him. *shudder* I blame middle school for my horrible judgement. At least I never owned a boy band CD... That's got to count for something, right?