terrible work

It was hard. Too hard for me to bear .
I got up in a two hours late, so I began making the lunch. My mother offered me her help and she made the pancake. M y work was the soup. I had quite a good spirit to do it during my father was talking about the next days night. He caught my eyes not do those things which I have already knew I should workaround. While he was talking I made the lunch, which managed beyond my expectations.
I have cleaned the house. I don't know why. I see no possibility to avoid the cleaning Monday's morning. My parents' re going to leave in 20 hours, and come back on Monday. I hope in the evening.
Tomorrow is time for the party. Time for changes.
According to my horoscope I'm going to fall in love in March. I look forward to live through it...

the day coming

New Years Eve coming. My friends' re going to come for a "short" party. Maybe it won't be short. I nearly fall into sleep, only my toughs keep me here, in this world. Like always.

Tomorrow I must finish my History work, 'cause this week the Sunday is very problematic. Monday too. I hope we won't totally destroy this house. If it' s happen I'll be in a big trouble. I need hmm, let's see, 6 basins to avoid the destruction, and 4 another for the pukes. Or I just close the door and keep out my friends. New Years Eve with my cat. Ohhh. Very similar to B.J. So I let them come in...
Travis arrive on Sunday. I think he wants something. I love him, but I can't secede from my fantasy. It' s perfect for me. So why should I care about the real life. Hmm. I think it over...