April the 4: Nice weather today
Well, the weather was nice (good weather for weeding, nope, not being sarcastic there, I actually like doing yard work, just in short bursts). And that is about all that was good. Had a disagreement with my mom and Ted last night and then a more heated one this morning.
Well, I got annoyed last night when I showed my mom (so everyone else came over) this video that Donna and I had found on yahoo (search LED sheep, it's amusing) and then Ted starts talking about how he thinks it was photoshop. I disagree and he says that I'm the one whose always saying "That's photoshopped and this is photoshopped). I get really annoyed, leave, and shower, not saying good night. I miss how life used to be, when I could just say something or show people something and that was it, brief entertainment, not to be remembered an hour later. Ted does not get this. AT ALL. EVAR.
The next morning he apologizes and I, curtly, say that I don't like apologies. I really don't, usually because it makes me remember whatever the argument was before, I feel guilty, even if the argument was within my right, and start crying again. I cry a lot, that is a fact of life. However, I don't like to cry, that is also a fact. So later I accidently cut Ted off in one of the hallways (I thought that I could slip in front of him without slowing him down) and somehow this threw him off balance so much that he stumbled into another wall. I think he was claiming that I pushed him, which I didn't my mom agrees, there was no contact, and then when I apologized (it's a reflex and I honestly did not mean to do that to him, I'm rude not violent) he threw his medicine on the floor and said something to the effect of what I said earlier. So after my mom gets me settled down she starts hugging me (sure fire way to make me cry...) and says that his arthritis (how does a 52 year old man already have arthritis?!?) and everything was hurting for him. She says she doesn't want me to be driven out of this house, but mom, ever since you and dad announced you would be seperating, that was when I decided I wanted to leave home. It's been almost two years now, and I've lived in this place for almost six years already. It's time for me to go.
So the long of the short of it, I really don't want spring break now. In fact, I wish I was going to Disneyland since it would keep me out of the house. Further more, I don't want summer break now either, I want to go straight to college to get out of this nut place. I've gone from happy to sad to depressed to uncontrollably sobbing more times than I care to count. This so can't be good for me, maybe this summer I'll just take to grabbing a book and heading down on a park to read, better invest in a good hat and a heck of a lota sunscreen...
Signing off.
Well, I got annoyed last night when I showed my mom (so everyone else came over) this video that Donna and I had found on yahoo (search LED sheep, it's amusing) and then Ted starts talking about how he thinks it was photoshop. I disagree and he says that I'm the one whose always saying "That's photoshopped and this is photoshopped). I get really annoyed, leave, and shower, not saying good night. I miss how life used to be, when I could just say something or show people something and that was it, brief entertainment, not to be remembered an hour later. Ted does not get this. AT ALL. EVAR.
The next morning he apologizes and I, curtly, say that I don't like apologies. I really don't, usually because it makes me remember whatever the argument was before, I feel guilty, even if the argument was within my right, and start crying again. I cry a lot, that is a fact of life. However, I don't like to cry, that is also a fact. So later I accidently cut Ted off in one of the hallways (I thought that I could slip in front of him without slowing him down) and somehow this threw him off balance so much that he stumbled into another wall. I think he was claiming that I pushed him, which I didn't my mom agrees, there was no contact, and then when I apologized (it's a reflex and I honestly did not mean to do that to him, I'm rude not violent) he threw his medicine on the floor and said something to the effect of what I said earlier. So after my mom gets me settled down she starts hugging me (sure fire way to make me cry...) and says that his arthritis (how does a 52 year old man already have arthritis?!?) and everything was hurting for him. She says she doesn't want me to be driven out of this house, but mom, ever since you and dad announced you would be seperating, that was when I decided I wanted to leave home. It's been almost two years now, and I've lived in this place for almost six years already. It's time for me to go.
So the long of the short of it, I really don't want spring break now. In fact, I wish I was going to Disneyland since it would keep me out of the house. Further more, I don't want summer break now either, I want to go straight to college to get out of this nut place. I've gone from happy to sad to depressed to uncontrollably sobbing more times than I care to count. This so can't be good for me, maybe this summer I'll just take to grabbing a book and heading down on a park to read, better invest in a good hat and a heck of a lota sunscreen...
Signing off.