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super bowl sunday oh boy oh boy! church was eventful. that's all i can say. complete with a puppet show, laughing, crying, and pigs in blankets. and crying.
i'm trying really hard not to hate my parents, but everything i tell them they use against me and mock me with. and i'm like, what is wrong with you??? i know my mom and dad have been through a lot growing up and they want me to have a better life than they did, but i'd rather make it on my own. if anybody's read "equus" by peter shaffer, you'll understand a little more. but my definition of mature and my dad's is totally different. i told him i don't respect him cause i came to that conclusion while he was talking to us in a "family meeting" and talking about how we're not mature and can't be civil and whatever and how we should treat everyone nicely. so i sat there thinking, i do treat everyone nicely, except you guys. maybe i have lost my respect for you, cause i respect all the other people around me. so today my dad comes in and yells a bunch of crap about how i don't respect him and he doesn't respect me, and yet he won't let me go away. stupid...
he was going to go over my essay with me so i can turn it in, but he went to the super bowl party across the street anyways. yeah, real dedication in his words. and supposedly, he built this house with anger at people and things. personally, i liked my old house better. except for the bathroom cause the lights burnt out a lot. and it was scary.
would someone like to kidnap my brother and throw him over a bridge for me??? that would be great. or shoot him in the back of his head. yeah...
i guess the game's over now. football sucks. : )
lauren, thank your brother for me. thnx.
tristan did an awesome job on drums. it was rockin. we almost had a pit in church. it was great.
k, i think i'll go write now.. maybe.. so i can "get my life back" as my mother oh so lovingly puts it. even though she's the one who took everything away in the first place. >: (
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i'm trying really hard not to hate my parents, but everything i tell them they use against me and mock me with. and i'm like, what is wrong with you??? i know my mom and dad have been through a lot growing up and they want me to have a better life than they did, but i'd rather make it on my own. if anybody's read "equus" by peter shaffer, you'll understand a little more. but my definition of mature and my dad's is totally different. i told him i don't respect him cause i came to that conclusion while he was talking to us in a "family meeting" and talking about how we're not mature and can't be civil and whatever and how we should treat everyone nicely. so i sat there thinking, i do treat everyone nicely, except you guys. maybe i have lost my respect for you, cause i respect all the other people around me. so today my dad comes in and yells a bunch of crap about how i don't respect him and he doesn't respect me, and yet he won't let me go away. stupid...
he was going to go over my essay with me so i can turn it in, but he went to the super bowl party across the street anyways. yeah, real dedication in his words. and supposedly, he built this house with anger at people and things. personally, i liked my old house better. except for the bathroom cause the lights burnt out a lot. and it was scary.
would someone like to kidnap my brother and throw him over a bridge for me??? that would be great. or shoot him in the back of his head. yeah...
i guess the game's over now. football sucks. : )
lauren, thank your brother for me. thnx.
tristan did an awesome job on drums. it was rockin. we almost had a pit in church. it was great.
k, i think i'll go write now.. maybe.. so i can "get my life back" as my mother oh so lovingly puts it. even though she's the one who took everything away in the first place. >: (
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