Things Can Go From Wonderful to Weird Really Fast...

Okay-My life today: Get up w/ friend. Eat cake and take meds. Late to Mock Trial practice. Have fun at Mock Trail practice-do well. Walk home w/ friend. Get call from Dad. Sit and read w/ friend. Make friend food. Make self food. Check on recently surgically altered doggie. Read more with friend. Climb onto roof and chat w/ friend. Climb off roof. Walk friend home. Get call from Dad x3. Walk home. Get on computer. Get call from Dad. Get call from Mom. Receive orders to pack. Pack bag. Get picked up. Accompany Mom to work. Go food shopping. Go to Mom's boyfriend's apartment. Drop off food. Get dressed for "party". Go to "party". Eat. Play games. Eat. Go back to apartment. Get on computer. Get off computer. Take meds. Get call from friend. Get on computer. Almost suffocate due to doggie fart fumes.
Fun day, right? Squall (friend) called me. She's sad, 'cause her parents are being icky. And 'cause she's sick. Her brother usually makes her cheerier, but he's not home at the moment. I, being the faithful best friend that I am, am always here for her, though. So, I answered the phone and talked and tried to make her feel better. I hope I helped...
My doggie recently got surgery on his ear, because he had a hemetoma. (Is that how you spell that?) Anyway, he has, like, 27 stitches in his right ear, so we are doing our best to make him feel better.
My Mom was sick yesterday, and you know I'm sick. Why is almost everyone in my life sick or injured?! Am I bad luck??!!?! Uh-oh...
Okay-on another, (slightly) saner note, I am (slowly) building courage. Squall says I should quit being a loser and just come out already. To everyone. Personally, I want to come out to all my friends who don't live here (by e-mail) just for a preliminary reaction. Squall says, though, that if I get a bad reaction, I will be discouraged from coming out here. I know that I will (try really, really hard to) be out at boarding school-when and if I get there-but I don't know about telling people here. Obviously, I'll tell my Mom, but I don't know if I want to tell other people here. I know I won't be here past summer, and I don't know how many friends I will keep by coming out. Squall is right when she says that I don't need friends who don't accept me for who I am, and I am very used to having few/no friends, being that I am always the "new kid." The only friend I really need is her, but there are some things that you can tell certain people, but not others. Like, I can tell Squall about being gay, because I know she understands and she accepts me. But there are some things I don't tell her, because I don't feel I need to, or don't think she'd care, or I think she'd laugh at me for it. Stuff I know is stupid, nothing really specific I can think of right now, but, you know, something you could tell a friend that you don't spend a whole lot of time with, or know you won't always keep in touch with. You can tell them stuff, because most of your conversations are about stuff that no one cares about, just stuff you want to talk about anyway. But with real friends, you don't talk about it, because you have more important things to talk about. I think I'm starting to phsycobabble. The steroids the doctor has me on do that to me. Oh, well. This post is really long, and I have two weeks worth of avoided math homework to catch up on tomorrow, so I guess I will talk to you later. Buh-bye for now! Luv Ya! -me