Muh-til-duh

Baby Tiligers are cute. EXTREMELY cute, in fact. and I went to the mall with my mom after eating at the China Buffet on Friday, and we saw this guy called joe Exotic or something like that. He does all these magic tricks and stuff to appeal to younger crowds so that he can scare them away from drugs and alchohol, I think. But he's also trying to get donations to help the rescuing of endangered species and fun stuff like that.
And my amazing mom payed for Ann, me, and her to go in and play with a three-week-old baby Tiliger, which means that its dad was a Tiger, and its mother was a Liger. The Tiliger's name was Matilda.

After thaaaat.

We went back home, and Ciara showed up. Pretty odd, becuase she pretty much knew she was coming over before it was even decided.
Haha.
Not much happened with that though. Except for waking up at 6.40. Yeah....we had to take them both home around 3 on Saturday.
Then Jeff drove me out to get Beth, and we played singstar and games like that.
And woke up at 8.30 to bring her to church.
I've had early mornings this weekend.


Course of the week
Wow.
We had our choir concert on Thursday. I guess it went alright....pretty standard, as choir concerts go. It was my last choir concert though. I have to drop it next year. So yeah.
But earlier in the week I had told my dad that I wasn't going to come down, because I wanted to go to the talent show thing that was going on. The talent show was cancelled because of too few acts, apparantly. I dunno. But my dad is the type of person that HAS to have his way, or he throws a fit and doesn't talk anymore. He's such a little kid.
So he came up to see the concert, like he normally would, but when he got there all he said was:
"Hi Tawny." -gives one armed hug-
-looks over at the stepfamily-
"We need to go find seats."

And walked off with them. That's it. No joke. Then when and I walked over to the bathrooms so I could change for the concert, the family was standing there. They didn't acknowledge me, but they glared at her.
Buncha children.

And to top it off, after the concert, my dad didn't talk to me at all. I didn't even see him. I think right after the concert got out, he just decided to take the family and head home. He didn't say good job, love you, or anything. So whatever.


On the way home, my mom told me she thinks I'm depressed. I apparantly show signs. I don't think I am, honestly.
Her reasons for thinking I'm depressed:
1. I wear a lot of black.
2. I have a lack of caring for my grades and school in general.
3. I never talk to my mum anymore.
4. I'm always in my room.

And related things.
I have answers to this!

1. Appearance Issues. Not just with my weight.
2. Okay, so in Science it's because it's in the beginning of the day, and I forget by the end.
In History, it's because the homework is boring.
In Math....I suck at algebra, let's leave it at that.
And in German, it's because of my vocab tests. That's it.
3. I don't know what to talk about with her.
4. My room is just a place I go to. I can't help it if it's the only place I can go when I can be sure to get away from my stepsister.

So yeah. I have until Friday to improve my attitude or something like that, or my mom is going to take me to a doctor to have them run tests on me to see if I'm depressed or not.

Two of my friend's moms have been convinced I'm depressed, too. I dunno anymore. I was told that Coryn and Moz are worried about me too.

I don't think I am, honestly. I just wish that people would confront me about these things before confronting my parents and their parents and whoever else they've been talking to.


Okay, I'm just gonna wrap this up.
I won't be checking in much. I have schoolwork to catch up on.

-Mumble-