paranoia paranoia

So here I am again, you say two mornings in a row, this is craziness. It is and you can stop reading now because I am just going to complain about the double standard that has become common law here in the trailer house.

When my car was broke the first time, every day Jennifer called my dad and complained about what an inconvenience I was to her. So much that the second time the car was broken dad called and arranged for me to get a rental car.

Now Jennifer's car is in the shop with an oil leak and a power steering leak. I am carting her ass around now and it isn't the same case as when I needed her car. I took her keys and the car and let her sleep, then came back to pick her up for her class. She will not just take my spare keys and drive my car because it scares her. My car isn't her Smurfette.

I went to bed at 7 am yesterday morning, at 9 am Jennifer came flying into my room to wake me up because she needed a ride to school. I told you last night that I wasn't ever driving you car again. You have to get up and take me to school.

If I was a thorn in her side when I was without a car, she has been the whole freaking rose bush shoved up my ass the last few days.

Maybe it is just my mood as of late that makes it seem this way. Perhaps the craziness of late has developed into a sort of paranoia. The other morning while I was sleeping the people across the street started the truck that has been sitting in the driveway all winter. It backfired and woke me up. I thought that someone was already making attacks on the Grand Forks Air Force Base, which I live less than 5 miles from.

Paranoia...North Dakota is going to be the first place in America that Iraq or North Korea attack. And all of my friends hate me, which if I keep accusing them of because they won’t talk to me they will.

When is Easter, I need a hug from my dad. Maybe one from my mom would help too. We have been much closer the last few times we have seen each other, probably just because Jennifer has been such a bitch to her that she feels forced to turn to me now, but it has been nice not being the one that she picks fights with, being the daughter that she trusts. It is nice, I hope it lasts.

The words are gone again so I am going to end this.