How bad is it that it's Monday afternoon and I'm already counting down to the weekend? I'm in a lazy mood and I just want to sit around the house and do nothing. They are calling for snow on Wednesday but I don't think it's enough to get a day off from school. It's almost 60 degrees today so any snow we get will likely melt when it hits the ground.

This upcoming weekend is going to be fun. Alex is coming down to sing with the guys. The studio is also hosting a dance party Saturday night. I'm dragging Josh over there for a night of dancing. Lucky for me Josh is easy to drag on to the dance floor. I don't know what I'd do if I dated a guy who wouldn't dance. It would never last.

I talked to my father earlier today. His spirits seemed up and he said he is feeling stronger. I know it's probably hard to understand because he and I have had such a difficult relationship, but I want him to be okay. I need him to be okay, because now that he's staying sober I believe there's a real chance for me to have a relationship with him. I need that.

It's been rough. When I told my mother that I wanted to donate a part of my liver to him she freaked out. She couldn't understand why I'd do that. Josh freaked out too, but his freak out was more of a "I don't want you to put your life at risk" kind of freak out. I know he also thinks that my father doesn't deserve my time or my vital organs, but at least he didn't say it. Not that it matters anyway since I'm not the right match. I guess my mother's genes were the dominant ones.