Sometimes life just sucks-

Rooney injured his metatarsal bone in his right foot during Manchester United's game against Chelsea.

Estimated recovery time: 6 weeks.
Time until first match w/ Paraguay: Exactly the same. June 10.

Of all the stupid, ridiculous things to go wrong. Why this? To make, I believe, everyone's mood worse...

Owen confessed to his trainers that he was not "100% happy with his foot" after playing for the first time since being injured for Newcastle.

Of course, Owen hasn't reinjured himself since the broken foot. He's only not back up to 100%. Which could always mean that he could possibly get up to 100% in a matter of 6 weeks. Right?

On another note, my dad is pissed at me. I am pissed at him. I feel as if I'm treated like I'm 10, which I probably am according to every single one of my friends. My mother is a horrible person, once more, and I find myself wishing she would just disappear to some foreign island off the coast of Fiji. Why Fiji? Because I don't know where it is. It'll be a comfort to think it's the farthest place in the world from me. But then again, what if Fiji is off the coast of Hawaii? That's much closer than I would like, and excruciating enough a thought that all of a sudden some far off place like Vladivostok sounds like a better option. Maybe she'll take up whiskey. Hopefully, that'll do her some good. I mean, seriously, how much worse can she get? I believe a drunkard would at least be amusing to watch. And who knows, she could be a happy drunk? The sort that gets all jolly and laughs hysterically for no good reason beyond the fact that she has alcohol in her system and alcohol is a drug and drugs make people happy. We're a perfect family.

It seems like everyone but me is using drugs and getting happy. Maybe not permanently happy, but definitely better for short temporary periods of time. I think I should go and procure some. I'm always expected to be this lovely, light person. I'm so tired of being presenting that to other people when I don't really feel much else but numbness sometimes.

My mother is not sane. This should be something that will make her easier to dismiss or forgive.


It isn't.


Could this weekend be any worse? Oh yeah. Irish Studies paper.

I'm going to go stick my head under my pillow until it all just goes away.