If I don't, I won't
Lastnight:
My dad went into a fit of rage because he had to knock more than twice on the front door for us to let him in. He punched the China cabinet, and broke his left hand. He deserved it. He deserves his whole arm being broken ... and maybe even a leg. Bastard. I'm serious. I'm beginning to hate him. I told my mother that. I'm a lot closer to my Mom lately. We still have a lot of differences, but it's getting better with her. I didn't do anything to him. I swear. He came in screaming, cursing, and throwing things. He really pisses me off. It was like 10:30 at night, and he made me cry (again). He called me a liar, and a few other things... (i.e.: stupid, inconsiderate, lazy). He has no right to break me down in those ways. He'll be sorry one day. He'll be sorry the day I walk out of this house, and never say good-bye to him. I didn't speak to him today. I won't speak to him tomorrow, either. I really don't feel like I can love him right now. I can visualize him hitting me or my mother ... and when/if he does, it'll be the last time, I swear. I told my mother that today. She agreed.
I wrote a poem about him dying last night. I added it to my collection.
Today:
Overslept, woke up at 7:15. I was late to school, my excuse, as written on the sign-in sheet: "Couldn't run fast enough"... haha... sarcasm always makes me feel better.
I left school at 1:30 today to go get ready for the reception and leave.
Ms. White told me to get Ms. Flynn to sign my note, and it would be counted as a field trip. WHOO! I got to leave early and go home, and it's counted as me being at school! Greatness!
The reception itself was amazingly boring. The congressman talks like a 'southern bell.' It's really amusing. Josh won first place. I'm very happy for him. He gets to go to Washington, DC, and all this neat stuff. I'm kind of mad about the judging, though. I really thought Megan's and My artworks were worthy of awards. Truthfully. The girl that got second place's artwork looked like something you see an 8th grade kid do. I really didn't like it. I feel that judges don't pick two works from the same school simply because they're from the same school. That pisses me off. Mom and I left at about 4:45, when everyone else started to leave. I had to explain my artwork to some lady that the congressman works with, and then the congressman himself, and that was quite interesting.
Mom and I ate at Taco Bell for dinner. It was YUM.
I baby-sat the triplets after I got home. They're great kids, but I'm tired, so I think I'm going to bed now.
A Drama Party Production
Tomorrow
2pm
@Berry
BE THERE
My dad went into a fit of rage because he had to knock more than twice on the front door for us to let him in. He punched the China cabinet, and broke his left hand. He deserved it. He deserves his whole arm being broken ... and maybe even a leg. Bastard. I'm serious. I'm beginning to hate him. I told my mother that. I'm a lot closer to my Mom lately. We still have a lot of differences, but it's getting better with her. I didn't do anything to him. I swear. He came in screaming, cursing, and throwing things. He really pisses me off. It was like 10:30 at night, and he made me cry (again). He called me a liar, and a few other things... (i.e.: stupid, inconsiderate, lazy). He has no right to break me down in those ways. He'll be sorry one day. He'll be sorry the day I walk out of this house, and never say good-bye to him. I didn't speak to him today. I won't speak to him tomorrow, either. I really don't feel like I can love him right now. I can visualize him hitting me or my mother ... and when/if he does, it'll be the last time, I swear. I told my mother that today. She agreed.
I wrote a poem about him dying last night. I added it to my collection.
Today:
Overslept, woke up at 7:15. I was late to school, my excuse, as written on the sign-in sheet: "Couldn't run fast enough"... haha... sarcasm always makes me feel better.
I left school at 1:30 today to go get ready for the reception and leave.
Ms. White told me to get Ms. Flynn to sign my note, and it would be counted as a field trip. WHOO! I got to leave early and go home, and it's counted as me being at school! Greatness!
The reception itself was amazingly boring. The congressman talks like a 'southern bell.' It's really amusing. Josh won first place. I'm very happy for him. He gets to go to Washington, DC, and all this neat stuff. I'm kind of mad about the judging, though. I really thought Megan's and My artworks were worthy of awards. Truthfully. The girl that got second place's artwork looked like something you see an 8th grade kid do. I really didn't like it. I feel that judges don't pick two works from the same school simply because they're from the same school. That pisses me off. Mom and I left at about 4:45, when everyone else started to leave. I had to explain my artwork to some lady that the congressman works with, and then the congressman himself, and that was quite interesting.
Mom and I ate at Taco Bell for dinner. It was YUM.
I baby-sat the triplets after I got home. They're great kids, but I'm tired, so I think I'm going to bed now.
A Drama Party Production
Tomorrow
2pm
@Berry
BE THERE