My dad's been getting on my bad side more and more. I believe he cried today thinking about mom. I don't care. If he really gave a shit he'd stop drinking, he'd do something. Instead he avoids the subject and just...meh.
My Aunt Dianna (well...godmother) and I talked for an hour, and it's basically settled that I'm gonna move down there and live with her for a little, then live with Cam.
With my dad being ruder every day, I would like to get away from him as soon as I can. Today I mentioned boys, and he said, "You need to find a guy with money. It kind-of goes without saying!" Fucking...dickhead.
Found a lot out about my mom. Well, not a lot, but...at least I now know she did the taboo thing I do nightly to induce sleepiness. So many girls do. So few can say this though, because it's extremely taboo. Taboos bother me.
I..miss having a mother...to understand what I'm going through...Dianna knows. She knows my dad...she knows how his voice is, how cruel but sane he can sound and how much it hurts. How I get cornered and am walking on a broken-glass road.
Oh...met with that boy I mentioned. Ehh. I don't see anything happening...I'm not at all physically attracted, to his body, face, eyes, voice...any of it. I did at some points think why not because he was so sweet and kind and had never even held a girl's hand...but got deterred by him scratching and rubbing his sock during the movie <<; For quite a while. Needless to say that never came to fruition.
Looking forward to Hurricane Irene. Ike was...amazing. Standing in those winds is one of my favorite memories, I felt like life herself.
Still thinking that earthquake was due to fracking. Either way, this image is epic:
Americans aren't the smartest, the fairest, they aren't much of anything good...but what they are? Amusing. Interesting. Intriguing. :P
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Random song worth listening to for the moment:
Could You Bite The Hand? - Steve Conte ((first link))
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