Argh.

I'm feeling less tired than I have been the last few days. Maybe it was that long, relaxing ride and talk with xxcelebornxx, or the good night's sleep I got. Either way I feel more rested. Hopping *between* from Middle Earth to Pern to Outer Earth gets tiring.

Am downloading Yellow. Go me. So far that's been the most exciting thing that's happened this morning, other than hearing Kung Fu Fighting on Radio Disney as I was cleaning up the truck. A pox on all AM only car stereos. *grumbles*

We were at Borders yesterday, and I almost bought the new Pern book. I wish I had, it looked really good. Hell, I can just get it someplace else, and probably cheaper. I think I'm starting to get into Pern again, seeing its really the best fantasy world I fit into, with the exception of Xanth. I wish they had an RP community for DROP, like Tolkien_Elves, but they don't. *pout* I'll just have to RP by myself for awhile. Anyone who wants in, let me know.

I'm thinking of giving Celeborn one of Isis's eggs. I think he'd like a fire lizard better than a cat, which seems to be trying to kill him by tripping him or suffocating him. I'll ask him the next time I see him.

nelys, feel better love. I'll make you some ramen if you want. Cure ya or kill ya, heh.

Argh.

I'm feeling less tired than I have been the last few days. Maybe it was that long, relaxing ride and talk with xxcelebornxx, or the good night's sleep I got. Either way I feel more rested. Hopping *between* from Middle Earth to Pern to Outer Earth gets tiring.

Am downloading Yellow. Go me. So far that's been the most exciting thing that's happened this morning, other than hearing Kung Fu Fighting on Radio Disney as I was cleaning up the truck. A pox on all AM only car stereos. *grumbles*

We were at Borders yesterday, and I almost bought the new Pern book. I wish I had, it looked really good. Hell, I can just get it someplace else, and probably cheaper. I think I'm starting to get into Pern again, seeing its really the best fantasy world I fit into, with the exception of Xanth. I wish they had an RP community for DROP, like Tolkien_Elves, but they don't. *pout* I'll just have to RP by myself for awhile. Anyone who wants in, let me know.

I'm thinking of giving Celeborn one of Isis's eggs. I think he'd like a fire lizard better than a cat, which seems to be trying to kill him by tripping him or suffocating him. I'll ask him the next time I see him.

nelys, feel better love. I'll make you some ramen if you want. Cure ya or kill ya, heh.

Fuck.

Well. That was nothing if not fun. *dripping sarcasm here * Congratulations, you’ve just been witness to another patented Dad Temper Tantrum. Jesus Christ.

I love my dad very, very much, but he is such a fucking child sometimes. I don’t know exactly what happened, but it had something to do with Gilmore Girls, my mother and the mute button. Mom and Tess wanted to watch GG, and my dad wanted to tape the Elaine show, which pilots tonight or something. So he puts the TV on mute so he can read the manual to program the VCR. GG came back on and Tess wanted to unmute it, and he totally blew up. The whole thing ended with the remote getting thrown at the wall and shattering and my dad storming out. Motherfuck.

Now everyone’s all upset and I’m heading over to Tom’s.

The sad thing is that I’m used to this. My dad has to have complete silence in order to concentrate on anything, and then he tries to do three things at once so he gets mad and has an apaplactic shit fit. When I was little, it was signing your own death warrant to talk while he was on the phone. And my friends wonder why I’m so quiet. It’s more complicated than that, obviously, but every complex I have stems from his psycho behavior. Including the one where I think that all depression is bullshit, and shrinks are out to get you. So they can’t help me with it.

When I was little and he used to blow up at me over homework, I used to lie wedged down in the space between the top bunk and the wall and pretend that I was nothing, that I didn’t exist. I used to imagine that my mind was a white room, with no outstanding colors or textures. Think a hospital room at night, with a window.

Why the fuck am I writing this in a journal where everyone can read it? I never told anyone this, and I’m not gonna talk about it. Ever. Journals do strange things to you.

On the up and up, I fixed the remote.

Also, feel better, nelys. Your mom has no fucking clue what she’s talking about.

Enough. Dad’s back and I’m leaving.