Writer's Block?

This evening, I have been trying to write a journal for English. Sadly, my mind is completely empty. Nothing is flowing. It sucks big time! If I don't get an idea, I have no idea what I'm going to do! My mark in English at the moment is not that.. great but I am trying desperately to bring it up and get a better mark in English than I ever have!



Now, off the topic of English. The Sunday that just passed, I had a rehearsal. I know I already talked about it in another post but I didn't actually talk about what happened.

I woke up at around 8:00AM expecting to wake up at 8:30AM so sadly, I missed half an hour of my desired sleep. So of course, that put me in an even worse mood. I got ready in my usual manner, washing my face, applying cover-up simply to even out my skin, and then straightening and styling my hair to perfection. Sadly, it was not co-operating so I put a head band around it all so it would stay down instead of sticking up crazily. Of course, this caused an argument with my evil step-father. He was saying that I looked stupid and terribly homosexual, of course, he didn't use those words, they were much worse. Words I don't wish to repeat so as to not offend anyone. Eventually I got frustrated and ended up putting him in a bad mood, which in return put me in a bad mood because he was causing unnecessary arguments. I had to pick up my friend Meaghan along the way and of course, all the way to her house, my dad was yelling at me. Finally we got to her house, and the yelling somewhat stopped. He just made fun of me more so he could embarrass me. Meaghan, being the lovely person that she is, did not find this funny, in fact she hates him and it was her first time meeting him. That was the first low-light of my day. The first part of the actual rehearsal was awesome. It was so fun and also tiring but at around noon, Meaghan, Kyle and I went to Subway so Kyle could buy lunch. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle.. Being around him is just so awkward now, but it's not exactly a thing I want to talk about in a blog. Not only did he ask me to walk with him to Subway, he asked to teach him the dance for "Gaston". No eye contact what-so-ever. The rest of the day went swimmingly until Meaghan and I were supposed to be getting picked up. We got out of rehearsal an hour early so we had been waiting for half an hour to get picked up. Then, I called my evil step-father and he said he would be another twenty minutes. Another twenty minutes standing in the freezing cold rain. Great.
He finally showed up and was silent until we dropped Megahan off. Then the yelling started again.

I am sick of this man. So sick of him. I like him, I am just sick of how he treats me and how he talks to me around my friends.
I deserve a little respect and once I get some, maybe I will give it to him in return.