My phone was taken away last night. I understand why it was taken away, but I don’t really see a point in it - I’ll be driving this week/weekend, I’ll most likely be in Virginia the next weekend - the purpose of that phone was for emergencies and when I’d be going out. I really just don’t understand my parents right now. ‘Growing pains,’ ‘First child,’ ‘It’s at the point where two women can’t live in the same house,’ whatever. Like I told my dad, if I just got an explanation for some things, it wouldn’t be so bad. I don’t care anymore. Six more months and I’ll be in college doing what I want to do.

Really the only happy thing I can think about is Target bringing Converse to their stores.