I went to the mall after classes. I was talking about it all weekend really, so everybody should have known. Apparently not. I called home because it took a bit longer, me and decisions, and didn´t really understand much, other than my Mom shouting at the other end, and that she sent my Dad to look for me. Nevermind that this was about 30 minutes after classes had ended. Not like 10 hours. Before I could ask why, she hang up on me. I called home again, to find my Mom even more angry than before. First she was mad that I called in the first place, then she didn´t know where I was. (her memory was affected by her Meningitises) My brother knew though, he just didn´t tell her. She thought I had an accident. Huh, like falling down the stairs at the mall? She was worried to death and sent my Dad. Fine. So I had to go and look for my Dad, who is inredible confused himself, and just drove with an incredible slow speed around in circles. Good thing I spotted him very soon, and sent him home. My family is so confused.

And all of this for what? To have spent money on a cd, that you can´t even play on the computer. What a waste of everything.