So I bitched a couple of weeks ago about the art store being hot. I retract that comment, and say omfg now it's hot. Jeebus. 97 degrees outside the other day, wtf. And our air conditioner broke. T_T Woe is Rico. Woe. But I think it's fixed now. So even though they're not doing anything useful with it like TURNING IT ON, we have it, lol. We've also gone from playing an awesome mix of 80's/90's/oldschool hip-hop to classical~ makes-you-want-to-curl-up-on-a-shelf-and-go-to-sleep music. They play some awesome chamber music on the muzak station every once in a while which is yay. Also the challenge has been issued! We're having a design contest with our bowling shirts we have to wear as a uniform. ♥ I have no idea what to do though. Oh well, lol.

Money's still ridiculous. Mom pawned her ring that she inherited from her mother this morning and bought me breakfast with it. If I'd fucking known where the money had come from, I wouldn't have eaten it at all. I wouldn't have even if there was absolutely no food in the house. For her to have done that makes me really angry/upset. I haven't figured out which I feel more of yet. And that annoys me further. Why should I care by this point? Mom's gonna do what she's gonna do. Just. Argh.

Well I'm depressed now.

I graduated from High School one year ago from this Monday. The school had their graduation tonight.

Not only did I miss it, I have been reminded that I've spent one year doing approximately JACK. Not that I haven't tried, as my Dad pointed out. My mom went psycho on me and I had to drop out of school because she wouldn't let me in the house. Grrrrgh. Dad's still pissed about that. I'm not exactly happy myself.

I'm going to go apply for a job either tomorrow or monday at the local Wendy's (you want fries with that?) for a job since it's right up near the college. I'm going to try and get in for the summer semester, if not, then fall most definitely. I'm tired of sitting on my ass.

No other news, unfortunately. Sorry for the rant with no happy stuff. XD

EDIT: Look, y'all! Rico has her own dance! 8D XDD

So right now I'm having this epic argument with my mother over Yahoo IM. Isn't that sad? The classic family dispute has been reduced to Times New Roman 12pt and mental angry smileys. It's amazing, this age of internet.

For those of you who don't know, my mother committed herself to a mental hospital last month, after claiming that I stole her boyfriend. A man which she previously claimed wasn't her boyfriend. During her time there, she also told me it was my fault she was there. Since she got out, it's been pointless argument after pointless argument about how it's not her fault and it is mine, about how I've fucked up and about how I need help. Yes. Some of it's my fault. I know and I don't mind admitting that. I've done things I shouldn't have and I've tried to apologize for it repeatedly, but it gets brushed off. I feel like she doesn't care what I've been through. I feel like she doesn't care how I feel, and it both hurts me and pisses me off at the same time and I just don't know what to do with her anymore. A big part of me wants to tell her not to talk to me again until I can deal with it. And another part of me honestly wants to tell her to never talk to me again. And then there's the last part of me that's slowly dying off, that little part that says keep talking, we'll work it out yet. And I'm coming to hate that little part of me because it feels like we're not talking, I'm just getting abused, and I want to retaliate.

In other news, I talked to my Psychology professor today. I'm dropped officially from the course.

In other, other news, I started Script Frenzy an hour ago. I have one scene done, but the process thus far has been punctuated by the Mama!Drama. Rawrgh. I think it'll be a good play though. ♥ A friend has said she'll get her college theatre company to produce it. I'm excited! And it's inspiring me to do a good job.