Well in my 2nd of two countdowns, there are 9 days until I go out to California. In California live my mom, grandma and my best friend in the whole wide world Charity, I LOVE YOU CHAR CHAR!!!!!!! yeah I'm in Texas right now, and every day I wake up I tell myself just how close I am to getting on that plane and seeing my mom again. It keeps me sane... or at least sane enough that I don't blow up for any tiny reason. Hell I'm a writer after all on top of all of that, I'm a teenage girl, how sane can I get? Honestly. Well, This is my entry talking about my life right? Well everything sux over here. My step mom is the devil reincarnated into a hairy armed orangutan of a woman. My dad is a total nut case as he doesn't even get that I don't want to be at his place, but what can a girl do? It doesn't matter though, I have to sign off for now though.