Home sweet effin home.

And dude, now that I finally got to watch the second part of SJA? Totally broke my heart more than I thought it would. But it was beautiful. Poor Sarah. She's going to turn into a damn Time Lord one day, the way they keep just modeling her exactly after him.

Not that I think that's a bad thing though.

My mother got a phone where she can text now, cause it has a keyboard and she's figured out how to text.

She will not stop texting me, holy shit. And now she wants to know when I'm going to come down for a visit. I just spent nearly a whole fucking week in the car with her where we all couldn't stand each other and she wants me to come visit?

I'm gonna slit my wrists.

But the really really REALLY good thing about tomorrow/later today is?

I'm going to see Depeche Mode. Yeah that's right. Dave Gahan right fucking there. I might pass the fuck out from his gyrating hips.

Day 4. Gleefully murdered all inhabitants of the car. Trunk may be missing a floor jack and a tire iron, but I'll never tell. The blood sloshing around on the floorboards is a bit irritating, but by the time I get to DC it should be dried. I'll toss all the bodies out there. They'll never know the difference, their murder rate is like 50 a day.

A little upset that I got blood on my new Nancy Drew game. Oh well. She likes intrigue and crime, it just adds to the ambience.

I told them, I really did. I told them all if I have to ride in the goddamned car for one more fucking minute with their incessant bitching and babbling, I'm going to live up to my nickname and beat the living fuck out of each and every one of them until they're nothing but bloody stumps. Stupid fucking family. They never fucking listen

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I'm home. I never want to ride in a car again.

But we're going to see Harry Potter. Be home later.

Let's see. We got up to the Biltmore Estate only to find out that it was too much damn money to go this time around so we had shit all to do. Then my dad forced us to go and visit his cousin which my mother absolutely did not want to do at all. She bitched the whole way up there. But the visit was nice, they have a nice house and they fed us and stuff. It wasn't horrible or anything even though they're way religious so you have to watch what you say and no one in my family is very good at that. Plus my mom apparently broke their toilet :P

We leave a little after that and we have no idea what to do so we headed towards Raleigh after lots of bitching and moaning about getting lost a couple of times trying to get out of bumfuck's ville and all. Finally my mom just kind of exploded at my dad, started cursing us all out like she does and saying that she wishes she was dead. That we hate her and don't care if she just dies right there because she has to put her feet up or something. So she went on and on about stopping for the night but my dad? Either he honestly didn't hear her, or ignored her. My dad's going deaf.. like hard core, and he won't do shit about it. It's a serious annoyance. We have to scream at him for us to be heard.

Finally about an hour after all of that nonsense, we went into the motel. Chris and I were seriously happy to get away from the two of them and just chill out by ourselves. Then we went to Walmart (FINALLY I HAVE LEVERAGE AND NANCY DREW. YAY) and then we were about to go into Kohl's and were there for maybe five minutes when the fire alarm went off and everyone was evacuated outside. Then we left and went to dinner. She was in a much better mood by then but still. Watched Leverage (Oh Leverage how I missed you) and that was it.

I think I might die if I don't get home by tomorrow. We're stopping by my sister's, which will be an adventure and a half because my mother swears she's not going. Which means that my dad would have to drive the rest of the way to Raleigh, visit with my sister, then come all the way back down here, pick her up then we have to go back to Raleigh so we can go home. Face fucking palm. I'm just gonna play Nancy Drew the whole time and try not to slit my own wrists in the car. That should be fun.

Let's see. More arguing generally because my mother whines about everything if she doesn't get her way and just in general whines about shit. But it wasn't too bad. What was bad was that going up and down the mountain kind of made my head spin a bit and then I got all kinds of nauseous for a while. It really really sucked. I'm still not quite sure I'm over it.

Anyway. WE SAW A FRICKIN BEAR. Like on the road, outside. People had pulled over to get out of their cars and look and take pictures. Idiots. It serves them right if that thing came charging down off the hill and ate their faces. But still OMG A BEAR. I think it was a baby one too, it didn't look too big but still, you shouldn't mess with those fuckers. That was seriously the highlight of the day.

Went through Cherokee, stopped at some of the Indian places and such. We stopped at the Ripley's Aquarium for something to do which was fun. I took lots of pictures. Uh let's see what else. I think that's about it. Going to the Biltmore Estate tomorrow, that should be fun. Then it's home sweet home.

Though I think we're stopping by my sister's first. We'll see.

Day 1

I haven't killed anyone yet, but it's been close a couple of times. Apparently my parents had a huge fight before they left in which my dad called my mother a raging bitch or something like that. If I know one thing about my dad it's that he's never call my mother that. He might for once yell at her, which is really really fucking rare and all, but he'd never call her a bitch. So I dunno who the hell is lying. I guess she is, or something. She just wants attention. And we didn't really drive all that long, only a couple of hours, but then they had been in the car a couple of hours already when they picked me up.

I realized that since we really got out of the Baltimore/Washington area, I honestly haven't seen any Asian people. Like none. We're in some redneck town in Virginia at the moment, which is seriously boring but at least they have a sonic, so we might go there for breakfast tomorrow or something.

Tomorrow's another day, another dollar. Now if I can just get through spending the night in the same room as my brother.

Muses are feeling restless and half of them are in this weird funk (Yes I'm looking at you Felicity) but none of them are actually upset. It's weird, but I wish the funk would go away.

And now I'm going to sit here in the hotel room and be bored off my ass. Fun times.

Right so somehow my parents have managed to wrangle me into going with them on some sort of mini vacation. We're driving southwards. Virginia and North Carolina I think, I'm not sure if we'll get further south than that but yeah.

Silly me, she wanted to know if I wanted to go and I said maybe. Then she called me two days ago and I was sick so she's all 'well you can't come if you're sick, so let me know by Saturday if you're still sick.' And I said okay. Then she calls today, I say I'm better mostly and she interprets that as I'm going.

Which pretty much means I'm going. Not sure what to do about the frogs yet. Not leaving until Monday sometime. But I'm bringing like all of my shit with me so y'know I don't die of boredom or have to listen to them too much. At least my brother's going. With him that always means alcohol and going to look for hot chicks.

I'm being picked up on Monday to go back to Ocean City for who knows how long. My dad's having surgery, and I have to babysit. Not just him, but her too since she can't do anything on her own. My brother will be there, and it'll just be the three of us while he's in the hospital.

This time, I really might go off the deep end. Just a fair warning. Since the last time I was there, a week or so ago they all pretty much put me in the middle of everything. Which is nothing new, but it's worse this time.

Well at least I get sushi. And get to see Land of the Lost.

Also, go see The Hangover. Fucking hilarious shit. Stay for the credits.

I really understand that I can be a bitch. I understand that I can be a total cunt to people so I can get not wanting to tell me things, honest.

But it's when I get left in the dark or lied to or just totally ignored that turns me into a raging cuntface.

If you don't want to do things with me anymore for whatever reason, just say so y'know? I don't understand what's so hard about not telling people they don't want to be around them anymore, or don't want to RP, or do a certain storyline or whatever. I'm a grown up, I can deal. It sucks, but you move on and if you're actually friends with someone, they should be understanding. I like to think I'm understanding.

So honestly, I am always online, or there's email. But if you have something to say, then y'know just say it. I wish it was just a one time thing, or something separate but it seems to be all over. And I'm not speaking for just me. I've been hearing a lot of people frustrated with others lately cause of this stuff. So if you're out there and have problems or don't like something that's going on with someone you're a friend with? Just talk to them. If they're your friend they won't fly off at the handle and be supportive.

GUESS WHO'S GOING TO SEE DEPECHE MODE IN JULY??

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D

That quite makes up for the fact that no one remembers my birthday and everyone abandoned me for Disneyworld and work.

Oh and my dad? Wished me happy birthday by emailing me. At least my mom called :P

My bosses at work took me to lunch and got me a gift certificate though.

But my tv decided to go out in our apartment or the campus or something, so I missed BSG tonight.

So all in all it's been kind of even.

The good:

I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL FOR THE SEMESTER BITCHES!

The bad:

I gotta go home for Christmas.

The ugly:

Craig fucking saved over my Fable 2 game. SAVED OVER IT. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR. SATAN SMASH.

Going home.

Let's hope I don't hurt someone.

Also it'd be nice if a: My mom wasn't so old slow whatever she couldn't get up to answer the phone or
b: My dad wasn't so old FUCKING DEAF that he could answer his.

Every place I call no one fucking answers.

I need some help. My brother called because he got this text message from his ex girlfriend (who is Spanish). And I don't think she knows how to put spaces in between words, or maybe even to spell on the text messaging thing or I dunno but he had texted her happy birthday and got this in reply:

nomanchesoseanoanoaburrasmas

Just like that. I'm trying to figure out where the spaces are or really just what it says so I can tel him. Anyone have any clues at all?

Nothing is more fun then actually getting out to be sociable, the first time you've been to a bar in ages, ages.

And then your cousin shows up.

At least I actually like him. Mostly. I like his wife more ;)

Right so tomorrow I'm going home for a couple of days. Most likely this will make me want to put my head into a blender and hit the on switch.

However they're showing Iron Man here at school outside on the field on a huge screen on Sunday. Sunday is also my parents anniversary.

I might cry for real.

Pray I don't want to beat my head in. I'm having this bad feeling I'm going to want to more so then usual this time.