  Oooh, cupcakes! I want cupcakes...*sniff* I didn't know until this afternoon that this was off, so...I'm sorry that all of this has fallen on you, Josh. I would do it for you but things would probably turn out worse because of my mouth/temper and then where would we be? Linds, will you bring me some cupcakes if you can? I want some. Having to do with the e-mail, I couldn't possibly care less.
If I get one, I'll either immediately delete it or read it, get pissed, delete it, and have fun planning retribution. Sigh. Anyway, divorce update, in case anyone gives a shit. My dad wanted to turn our dinner tomorrow night into a "Z-sleeps-over-at-Dad's-new-place" night, which I am SOOOO not ready for. So I basically told him to forget it. So now he's all down in the mouth.
Mom says it's because he doesn't see me every day anymore, to which I responded, "That was his choice, and now it's his problem. " So, Tao-Tao, if you say, "Smile, life is great" before next August, you will most likely end up in my basement on my rack. ;) Because trust me...life sucks. And then you die. My old and new philosophy. Yeah.
Stressing slightly about the big AP test. Plus it's late and I'm tired and pissed. So I guess I don't mean some of that. But I am still mad at my dad and will probably be so for a LOOOOONG time to come. Would you guys just bear with me? I really need your support.
Valete. (Goodbye) ~Z 
