"Masquerade! Every Face a Different Shade..."

*sigh*

I am getting really sick of this. It's hard enough living with Waen and her always being angry at me all the time, which really does make me want to cry, because I hate it when people are angry with me, but now Erik has decided he hates me, too.

He has Orlandos the way Waen does, except his are with music instead of books. Waen still won't let me read The Last Unicorn (but, actually, she hasn't said anything about TMI in a long time, so I think that's okay again! And she was the one who told me to read Wuthering Heights, and I know I made a long angsty post about how she got so mad about me about that before! So that's good, anyway ^__^), and Erik won't let me listen to Phantom of the Opera. I have the Highlights CD, but that's not the whole thing, and he's said I'm not allowed to buy it. And I really do want to hear it, but I don't want to make him angry with me too. *wibbles* And he took away my Highlights CD, because just like Waen he minds me talking about it. It'll make him angry if I go see the film again, too, so I can't do that.

He doesn't like Waen's piano music, either. He takes it as an insult that she can compose music, I think, just the way she doesn't like it when my friends can compose and I talk about how neat it is, so he isn't speaking to me because I really like what she's working on now.

He's even worse than she is about my diet, except that he actually hides my carrots and things like that so I can't eat them, even when I told him it was really, really important that I be able to eat them. >_<

He disabled my treadmill this morning, too. He's good with mechanical stuff, which you know, because he managed the chandelier drop and everything, but he really doesn't need to take it out on my things. >_< Besides, he keeps talking about getting the computer, too, if I annoy him. Apparently it's hard for him to sleep with the treadmill going, but I told him I'm sorry about that.

I just don't know what to do.

Last night he was in my room, taking pages out of the journal I got for Christmas so that he could write music on them.

And he just really, really minds my music. And I don't know what to do. It's worse than with Waen. Woe is me. Alas.

Wah. *creeps off and cries*

Jan 27, 2005

"This Vision Who Was Not Quite Real..."

Ah! GSA actually went well!

We didn't make papier-mache after all, but instead we made mosaics, so that was all right. Actually, I and two other girls made mosaics, and three or four others were assigned the papier-mache Leaning Tower of Pisa, while three others worked on the grape arbour. We are preparing a thingy on Italy, by the way.

I ruined my mosaic, but I fixed the grape arbour for Nicole, which achieved two things. I pleased her by making the arbour work, but I wasn't completely a teacher's pet by succeeding with my mosaic, so she liked me rather. And we talked about fanfiction, whereupon I gave her my site address and ff.n penname, and she will perchance make a PotC request of me at some point. So, while we are hardly by any means friends, yet we are not antagonists.

First time this year.

I'm very impressed.

In other news, my toe seems to be becoming hideously infected and is draining nasty substances everywhere, and treadmilling is agitating it further. Demn.

But our Lear test was fun! And now I need to go be addicted to BMB kthnxbai.

"Let Me Down Easy, No Big Song and Dance..."

Hmm. R+R plz ppl!!1!

( Le Vieil Homme de la Mer )