It's 8:54 a.m.

The only reason why I am up this early when I don't have to be is because of my parents. Guess what my mom needed this morning? Money. If you guessed it, I don't know what you get... can't think of it now.

You see, I got my financial aid this morning... last night... whenever within those two days. So this morning at 7:30 a.m. I get a phone call from the one and only mega-bitch to wake me up and say that she needs 500 dollars in her account from my account and that she'd "pay me back" by Monday. If she had the cash to do it, then why use my money?

I understand that we're supposed to help out my parents if they need it and we have it... and it's not like I have anything in mind for that money -- except for reassurance that I'm not going to fail at life; yet -- but it makes me mad that she demanded it and JUST from me.

So now, I ask you --you being my mind, maybe?-- why on earth didn't my mom ask Melinda for financial help as well? I would have been more eager to help had it only been 250 and not 500. So I asked my dad when he got here to use my truck, as well. -- I must be living some type of luxury life if my parents keep borrowing everything I have -- Melinda had to borrow money from a friend for her to pay rent, which is ridiculous and pissed me off. She hasn't paid back her friend and she's been driving around with my mom's car without having to pay a dime on it. So Melinda got the money, too, why not ask her for some? My dad told me that Melinda is putting 400 of that towards the car and paying 300 to her friend. If Melinda pays a dime on that car, I'd be surprised. I doubt my mom would let her precious Melinda pay on that car.

From now on, my phone is going on silent.