The Greyest of Clouds.

Weather: 57 degrees. Dark.

As of this moment in time, I have exactly 45 minutes until I'm one more year old.
God damn it.

Not in the cheeriest of moods today.
I've had a lot of things happen lately.

So I got a boyfriend...but my best friend is mad at me for it...which is eating me alive. /:
And I would get to see him tomorrow...but I'm being kept at home, taking care of my mother and hopefully enjoying my weekend off from issues.
Mm. Ironic.
[I had a debate. I had to ditch my partner. It's not great for your motivation.]

Dad's been lying to me and Rosie again. Not a great thing.

And I've got friends having troubles too...so I'm sort of tied to helping them out as well.
One of my friends was sweet enough to try and help with the issue previously mentioned with the boyfriend, but it didn't last 24 hours.
Worst part is, he really tried. Really tried. And I didn't even screw it up this time.
I feel dreadful. Even though it wasn't my fault.
I guess that's just life, sometimes, though.

So poetry reading last Tuesday. It went really well.
The poets who came were great. [Including my good friend Robsonnet, off of DA. Check his page out: http://robsonnet.deviantart.com ]
I appreciate their input on my work, and it should be up on DA soon.

Also.
Co-writing a story with another good friend of mine. We started last weekend, and God knows when we'll finish. Ah well. Throw caution to the wind with this, I suppose.

Party in 3 weeks. Wow.

So that's basically it. Hope I'm not being a total drama queen with all this...just needed to vent.
Peace.

xo.
C.