half of the time we're gone and we don't know where
so my 20th birthday ended up being the worst day i have had in a long time. i spent the entire day in vb, being yelled at by my parents. too bad it wasn't anything we haven't fought about before and it wasn't about anything substantial that can be changed. they have this fixation with bringing up bad mistakes from the past and never letting me live them down. i spent the majority of the day hiding in my room, to avoid them. i just wanted to be in richmond with my friends and have a happy birthday. i ate dinner and opened my two presents, but i hated every second of it. i don't like it when i know someone isn't pleased with me, but they pretend to be for the occasion. i would rather they had stayed angry with me and just didn't give me anything. it was so weird. they acted like they hated me, but i got sweet presents. i guess since they already bought them, it would have been dumb not to give them to me. i got:
- an ihome stereo system for my ipod
- a big ass flat screen tv for my house
i don't think i will ever understand them. they complain about how i am immature, irresponsible, a huge failure and will amount to nothing and about how we don't have the money to pay for school and think that all i do is socialize and waste money...but they buy me presents that are hundreds of dollars. whatever. they are sick presents, so i'm not going to worry about it. my shit is packed and come tomorrow, i will peace out of here and stay in richmond for ever. adios bittner family! ha haaaaa