Mixed Bag

Remember about a month ago when I talked about that place I was? Back in eighth grade? About how I never wanted to go back there? Well, I have.
It's not nearly as bad, because my friends are actually there this time. But I'm still figthing with my mom, and my dad, and my stepdad, and my siblings, and my grandparents. I just can't wait to get out of here. Out of this house. I want to get away from here.
On a lighter note, the rest of my life is doing pretty well.
I'm doing pretty good in school over all, with the exceptions of French and Math.
I'm having a blast with my friends, being weird and dorky and spazztastic and crazy.
And
Best of all
I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!
I'm really excited about it in case you didn't know.
We've been going out for three weeks this Monday, and he's a great guy. He's sweet, and kind, and funny, and smart, and I love to be around him because when I'm with him I don't worry about how big my butt is or how small my bust is. I just have to be careful that I don't scare him off. Cause that would majorly sucks. Did I mention that he's really cute? He's taller than me (Which isn't say much), and a ginger! *Sigh*
And the one person who voted on the fav website poll voted for Xkcd.com.
I shall go now, and eat/sleep/cry.
Goodnight.