A conclusion.
I came home about an hour earlier than the curfew my parents set. So after driving around I parked in the drive way and turn off the car. Antony and the Johnsons were on (I should probably listen to their debut album before I wear this one out) and just went to sleep for a bit, anything to prevent me from going inside my house. That's my conclusion, I don't like my home. And my parents always gang up on Anthony, since he isn't really able to stand up to them because of the situation he's in I have to stand up for him. He's supposably Wiccan, and I'm not going to bore you with all the details, but my parents are Catholic without taking so much as a minute out of their day for their savior, so they have it out for him and said that they'd kick him out if he did that "shit" in our house. My dad said that actually. And I reassured Anthony that my parents can't control his thought, and not to do anything physically (such as his black magic chants or something) that would piss them off. My dad heard me and asked me what I said even though I know perfectly well that he heard every word I said, as they were intended for everyone around me to hear. So he brought up Hitler and said that he controlled the way people thought and he could to. And so after he said something around "If you don't listen to me you get kicked out" I congradulated him on comparing himself to Hitler and made sure I was still doubtful on him controlling what I do. So...this weekend I'm leaving to New Mexico and wont be back until my passport junk has been processed, and when this comes up I go to Japan.