I've been cleaning the kitchen pantry closets all day. Tired. But not done yet. Argh. The table is still a mess. I'm going to call mom and see when she will be back because I'm unmotivated.
Okay. Mom says she's coming home. And guess what?
( lying, cheating father info )In other news I didn't mention yesterday. That bust I made out of sculpey for 3D class? Yeah, The Asshat broke it. Not only did he break it, he left it on the table and told my brother to tell me he broke it. He claims he was dusting it. It's made out of feckin' sculpey, not sand. If you were dusting it, it would not just
break. My guess is he was using the shop-vac or hell, just picked it up and dropped it. The damn thing doesn't fit in our oven so I had to use wet set clay. Wet set clay is so friggin ghetto. Now the head sculpture looks like it's autistic and has one of those devices in it's ear. *grr*
When mom gets home, we're probably gonna clean some more and make dinner. Then it's off to B&N to see about me getting a job. Woohoo!