Monday

So today my dad was home after forever (drunk ass giving alcohol to the kids) and he told me a bit of interesting information. Apparently everything I'm going to inherit against my will is because of a joke between him and The Ninth while they were both drunk enough to think everything was funny and going through important paperwork i.e.) sorting out of the will. FML

Tuesday

Today, my...friends you could call them?...sure. Anyway they found out about the incident with my cosplaying friend from last week and were overly upset about it. I thought it was because they were upset with her interfering with my choices and life. Not so much. They were angry and saying strange things along the lines of her not being worthy and that I would surely end up with one of them. Why do I have this bad feeling? FML

Wednesday

Today, I found out that not only am I a part of the Gay Alliance Club, or whatever it's called (I had no idea I was even involved until today) I am the president. The club members consist of the group of people who have been following me around since Middle School. I'm straight as far as I'm aware. FML

Thursday

Today I finally put two and two together to get fish. My friends being upset about my love confession incident. Being a part of this "exclusive" Gay Alliance Club. All my close friends are guys...I think I'm caught in some kind of love octagon that I want nothing to do with. I swear I'm straight. FML

Friday

Today was normal, until about half an hour ago. That creepy guy who proposed to me last week is now trying to serenade me through the window. He can't sing very well, and that's coming from someone who knows failure well enough to have Dame as a nickname. FML

Saturday

Today, I realized that this last week is probably the most normal my life has been in years. What does this tell me about next week? FML

Sunday

Super cram session from the tutor from Hell, as well as my genius friend trying to help out. Needless to say, lots of things blew up in the mayhem. I think I've lost the majority of my brain cells. Oh well, I suppose it's a good thing my teachers don't expect much from me anyway. FML