Peace and Quiet

The title has origins of intense hilarity. Namely, What About Bob. And yes, tretts is worse than death. I really have no clue what I'm doing here, other than making fun of people I know, and making random comments, and complaining. Other than that, nothing. So, my sister (the youngest one, emma) is laughing meniaclly in the backround, trying to open a hair clip. My dance teacher is mad at me because I may not be able to perform one of the pieces in the show. My essay teacher is mad at me because I can't get the stupid formula she wants for a persuasive paper. My Dad is mad at me for no reason, and I'm mad at my shoe supply company. My brothers are fighting in the next room, and I have dance tonight. Surprise, surprise. WELCOME TO MY LIFE! so much for peace and quiet.