home is where the crazies are...
I've been home for a little more than a week, and I'm dying to go back already. My brother and my dad (mostly just my dad) are driving me up the wall, and the only sane person, my mother, is in Virginia with my grandparents. I cannot wait for her to get home, but its ridiculous that two adult men can act like such selfish children. Frankly I dont care if they piss eachother off until both join the army and are shipped off to Timbuktu together, as long as they leave me the hell out of it. Thank god I dont live here with my father, I'd have already turned into some dropout druggie just to prove to my dad that there are a lot worse kids out there than me and my brother... maybe once he should stop in all his yelling and stewing and pissiness to realize that he actually has decent, loving, respectable kids... kids he should be proud of more, and mad at less. And he wonders why I wanted to live 5 hours away, and why I'm dying to get out of this country... I can't even come home for three weeks without being reminded of how ridiculous and obnoxious those two are. Anyway, mom will be home Wednesday, and in the mean time, I'm just going to ignore the both of them. If Terry joins the army and gets sent to war, maybe he'll realize how moronic and his impulsive decisions can be, and that choices do have serious consequences that you can't just skip out of... and maybe my dad will realize how much he's alienated and hurt his son, so much so that he'd rather be off killing people and risking his life than safe at home with his father.
Yea thats all.
Yea thats all.