Sick, Stress, And PMS

Okay, that last part may have been too much information for you, but like I said in my previous blog post, I have way too much going on, and now I finally agree with what my mother has been saying to me since 6th grade when I got my first C- "You can't afford to miss school, you can't afford to get sick."

Being sick means being out of the game for school and work (well, I still had work phone call, but I was so frazzled and now my head hurts).

My mom argued with me this morning about whether or not I was sick. That annoyed me, since I've told her at least three times yesterday that I wasn't feeling well (long, LONG story to explain the whole thing, so I won't bother you). By the way, I cut my hair after having an argument with her (about my hair... yeah I need to talk to my school counselor or something - that was irrational), and since it's only on one side of my hair, I dunno if she's seen it yet. She hasn't yelled at me for it, so it's a mystery. She usually notices a speck of dirt on my floor, so anticipating her reaction is worrying me.

I had a breakdown when talking to my granny on the phone. I mean, I finally let a family member in on my problems, and she understands, but there isn't much she can do. Apparently, she recommended my mom take ANGER MANAGEMENT classes. Of course, my mom would never do that, but I didn't really think of her rashness as an anger problem. It's frustrating seeing my family attack my granny - mom and uncle verbally, sometimes my brother physically. She doesn't deserve that and she just wants to help, even if our situation may be beyond anyone's control. She's the one that recommend I talk to my school counselor when I go back to school (end my sick day), and I've been fighting that option since 7th grade when I first realized I had depression, but I'm tired of fighting my family and myself. What can it hurt, right?

So right now, I'm going to find out what my homework is, shut myself up in my room (with the fan on HIGH - god, I hope I don't have the flu), and try to do make-up work while I fantasize about working for Seventeen magazine AND work on my entry for designing a prom dress contest ($25,000 scholarship money AND a trip to NYC?! Sign me up)!