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buahaha, this weekend...yar...omg.
Friday, I totally meant to get things done...at least level a bit. Instead, I crashed. I crashed hardcore. I didn't sleep very soundly, waking up every few hours to watch let's play videos. I ended up sleeping until about 3:00 p.m.
I finally got myself together and was able to get my act in gear and start getting my crap together to move. Dad instantly started standing on the porch to watch me as soon as I started taking things out which instantly bothered me. Like he was trying to stand in my way. My mom started asking questions about the things I was taking, as I'm not moving in entirely until this Saturday, and after the third object she questioned whether I could trust my friends with I yelled "Yes, yes, yes!" I'm protective of my friends I guess and any insinuation that they're not the best of people tends to bug me. She went off to her room after this and I paid no attention to this until my dad stormed in in a huff and demanded I apologize to her. I didn't really do anything wrong, I said three words very loudly. I was planning on talking to them after I finished loading up my car with my futon and electronics anyway. But, no, he made a big deal of it, started pushing me, making demands, and when I brought in another load and came back and the door was locked I just gave up and drove to Zack's.
At this point I started unloading, and things were cool, until my dad followed me, broke into the house, started standing in Zack's room issueing demands, and continuously kicked my laptop. I called mom, who assured me that everything was indeed just as cool with her as I assumed, and told dad this. He did not leave, instead made vague threats about cutting off my insurance (--hey, wait, I pay for the insurance for both of us, I do this as a convinience for you, chief. It'd be the same cost for me to do it on my own without you getting the benefit of free insurance), threatened to slash my tires (real big of ya there), and said I was "as bad as my brother" (I found out later he hung up on Jerry earlier in the week when Jerry asked them to come up and he hung up the phone - leading Jerry to not want to talk to either of them. Can't blame him).
After about thirty minutes he left (thank God Paul was not home from work yet, Zack's a pretty easy going guy and he even stood up for me bless him), started calling again, and I did want to go back and talk to them anyway so I did. And I started talking as they laid in the bed and while I talked rather civily with mom he made vague threats about the stuff that was still upstairs and demanded back "his keys." When I tried to gather my pillows so I'd have something to rest my head on and go to bed he stood in front of the door. I'm a pacifist, what could I do? I sat down and talked to mom, who washed her hands of the whole thing and lamented the fact that dad was coming between her and her sons but did nothing in particular about it, and he finally sat down, and I left.
He then started calling again, and I started ignoring again. I turned my phone off, picked up some pizza and beers, and watched South Park with Zack and Kristin while making drunken text messages.
I hung out with Brad most of Sunday. I got to have very very brief conversations with an ever-flowing stream of social nerds like myself broken up by walking around nerd joins and food. I am nearly ashamed of myself in the amount of food I ate - and really awful crappy food at that - but I'll alleviate that by living on rice and tofu for a few days. Five Guys followed by The Varsity might have been one of the worst ideas ever.
I came home and Mom and Dad were asleep. Or, at the least, laying in bed watching T.V. with their mouths wide open, so I did not bother them. Dad later decided I came in, ignored them, and used their water and detergent to do my laundry. I didn't feel like talking to anyone at this point other than good friends so I ended up levelling Kandoris alone cause all my feathermoon friends were in Naxx and I just did not want to see Silverhand at all.
I am left, honestly, agitated and disheartened. My friends are all such great people and prove it time and time again. My family just...just yeah.
Friday, I totally meant to get things done...at least level a bit. Instead, I crashed. I crashed hardcore. I didn't sleep very soundly, waking up every few hours to watch let's play videos. I ended up sleeping until about 3:00 p.m.
I finally got myself together and was able to get my act in gear and start getting my crap together to move. Dad instantly started standing on the porch to watch me as soon as I started taking things out which instantly bothered me. Like he was trying to stand in my way. My mom started asking questions about the things I was taking, as I'm not moving in entirely until this Saturday, and after the third object she questioned whether I could trust my friends with I yelled "Yes, yes, yes!" I'm protective of my friends I guess and any insinuation that they're not the best of people tends to bug me. She went off to her room after this and I paid no attention to this until my dad stormed in in a huff and demanded I apologize to her. I didn't really do anything wrong, I said three words very loudly. I was planning on talking to them after I finished loading up my car with my futon and electronics anyway. But, no, he made a big deal of it, started pushing me, making demands, and when I brought in another load and came back and the door was locked I just gave up and drove to Zack's.
At this point I started unloading, and things were cool, until my dad followed me, broke into the house, started standing in Zack's room issueing demands, and continuously kicked my laptop. I called mom, who assured me that everything was indeed just as cool with her as I assumed, and told dad this. He did not leave, instead made vague threats about cutting off my insurance (--hey, wait, I pay for the insurance for both of us, I do this as a convinience for you, chief. It'd be the same cost for me to do it on my own without you getting the benefit of free insurance), threatened to slash my tires (real big of ya there), and said I was "as bad as my brother" (I found out later he hung up on Jerry earlier in the week when Jerry asked them to come up and he hung up the phone - leading Jerry to not want to talk to either of them. Can't blame him).
After about thirty minutes he left (thank God Paul was not home from work yet, Zack's a pretty easy going guy and he even stood up for me bless him), started calling again, and I did want to go back and talk to them anyway so I did. And I started talking as they laid in the bed and while I talked rather civily with mom he made vague threats about the stuff that was still upstairs and demanded back "his keys." When I tried to gather my pillows so I'd have something to rest my head on and go to bed he stood in front of the door. I'm a pacifist, what could I do? I sat down and talked to mom, who washed her hands of the whole thing and lamented the fact that dad was coming between her and her sons but did nothing in particular about it, and he finally sat down, and I left.
He then started calling again, and I started ignoring again. I turned my phone off, picked up some pizza and beers, and watched South Park with Zack and Kristin while making drunken text messages.
I hung out with Brad most of Sunday. I got to have very very brief conversations with an ever-flowing stream of social nerds like myself broken up by walking around nerd joins and food. I am nearly ashamed of myself in the amount of food I ate - and really awful crappy food at that - but I'll alleviate that by living on rice and tofu for a few days. Five Guys followed by The Varsity might have been one of the worst ideas ever.
I came home and Mom and Dad were asleep. Or, at the least, laying in bed watching T.V. with their mouths wide open, so I did not bother them. Dad later decided I came in, ignored them, and used their water and detergent to do my laundry. I didn't feel like talking to anyone at this point other than good friends so I ended up levelling Kandoris alone cause all my feathermoon friends were in Naxx and I just did not want to see Silverhand at all.
I am left, honestly, agitated and disheartened. My friends are all such great people and prove it time and time again. My family just...just yeah.