Today was going amazingly. I might have gotten to go to the mall with my mom for awhile. Calvin was going to be gone for a while. I might go see Jake. But no, something had to ruin my chances of actually doing something fun on the weekend. Calvin, my dad, and Elsa left to go get a birthday present for one of Calvins bratty friends. While they were at Target he told me dad he wasn't feeling so great. So they went to the party to drop off the kids present, bought Calvin a soda, and came home. A few minutes after he's home he starts throwing up all over the kitchen floor. It was tremendous. I'm so terrified of vomit it's not even funny. I start screaming hysterically and crying if anyone pukes near me. So of course as soon as I realized what was happening I started screaming as loud as I possibly could, ran outside and told my dad what was happening. I of course waited a few minutes so I could be sure he was finished emptying his stomach before entering the house. My dad then realized Elsa was screaming because "I" had left her outside. I didn't even know she wasn't in the house. So I got in trouble for that. And now I'm in a terrible mood because now there is no chance of my mom taking me to the mall this weekend because her "favorite little boy" is sick. Boo Hoo. Once again the little brat ruins my plans. So this weekend should be just fucking delightful. If he throws up again I'm getting the fuck out of here. No joke. I'll go to Sophia's and stay there for a couple hours. Maybe I'm being mean and selfish but at this point I don't really care. I haven't spent time with just my mom and I in a really long time. And now I don't even know when we might now. So I can be mean to him.