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Tonight's Headline Story
Woman, 21, goes postal and murders family in fit of rage.
More details at 11


So the family dynamic (as we're calling it. It should be called pit of hell) is hellish. The house is erupting in a huge, awesome, firey blob of lava goo. (ya i know that last part sucked but what do you want from me?). It really is horrible being in the house right now. Last night all of us (excuding Sara, of course) had a 'meeting' upstairs. Now that really isn't a new thing. We do this all the time. What I hate is the amount of time it takes up. I have an in-class essay to write today (that I didn't prepare enough for), an outline that I keep putting off, and a mountain of reading as usual. I'm not complaining about my school work so I'll get back on topic.
Last night would have been a great time to get some work done. I wasn't at Dan's (although I wish I was... I always wish I was) and I had some motivation to get shit done. I was actually “student Dawnie” for the first time in a long time. So after dinner (which I was worried would be a little stressful...pleased to find it was extremely stressful yay!) I got up and went for a smoke/walk/chat with Lydia to clear my head (and clog my lungs) and get some toxic fresh air. I came back inside ready to work and yelling and screaming and banging things is my reception. Things progressed downward from there. It really sucked. I couldn't concentrate on my work and then I was called upstairs to discuss the problem in the house. Kill me.

Although the above was horrible, I think I'm in the running to finally get my own room. And that would be really awesome if I had a spot to go and just be me. I need that so badly. We'll see what happens. I'll keep the blogging community updated on the room situation. Aren't you all thrilled?

We'll bloggers, I'm gonna get going. The subway is almost at my stop and I really should put Mackie away and my day going* Peace out.
The not quite murderous yet but soon to be
Dawnie


*was written at noon on the subway to school