February 15th 2001

went shopping today and got myself some new nice things, a black jacket, olive green shorts and a fitting shirt, a pair of pants, and four bras. Heh. I've been doing really great today, haven't done anything useful all day.

My dad and I went to a do-it-yourself store earlier, and we had lots of fun. I was quite hyper and kept getting on his nerves until he actually found it funny too. Ha. I like it when he is in a good mood and when I have him around me. Yet, the good atmosphere almost dropped when I said I might sign my report card myself tomorrow. I didn't even say that I won't let them see it. Ouch. But we'll see, I know that there's no way I'll show them. I am ashamed, on the one hand, yes. But more than that, I don't want to have to explain everything. I will tell my mom sometime soon (I hope) about the scars. I think I can live with them, I have to live with them. Later, I might go for a walk with my mom, eventually. If so, I will let her know about my report card. I have no clue how she will react, I suppose she'll tell me that grown ups don't do that and stuff..

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