I dont know why but I feel slightly obligated to complain for a little bit. I need to do this.


First off, my mom has a tendency to look through my things for no apparent reason. So at around 1 o'clock this afternoon she came downstairs and got my dirty clothes...no big deal. I said thanks and all. She empties the pockets of our clothes to make sure that nothing gets destroyed in the washer and dryer. So she took my wallet out, and my other things, whatever was in my pockets. No problem...i went back to sleep, and about an hour later she comes down looking for some "cookies" i had taken some food down to my room the night before. But i didnt take "cookies" I took Nutty Bars. She was looking for Nutty Bars! NOT COOKIES!!!! So she comes in my room, and just starts opening drawers, and such...and i was telling her to get out. And all she could say is "I WANT MY COOKIES!!" Let's just say i was less than pleased...

So i woke up and got out of bed, and took a shower at like 5 P.M. What can I say I'm lazy during spring break. So eventually I made grilled cheese, and came on the computer.

So around 6:30 my parents left and went out. 6:45 rolls around and i decided I needed to go out. So that I did. I got in the car, and was just about to leave the development, and found i didnt have my debit card. So i drove back to the house, and couldn't find it anywhere. last place i remembered it being was in the pair of jeans my mom had cleaned the pockets out of. So i looked all over, forgetting it was in my coat. I forgot i that put it there the other day, so I called my mom. And my dad picks up, hangs up thinking no one is there. They call back, I answer and said "Ask mom where my debit card is!" Angrily i might add...He hangs up, I call back mom answers. I ask her, angrily again. She hangs up. I look around some more, and I find it in my coat. I call them back to tell them i found it, and to apologize, but before I get a chance my father answers, and says angrily I might add...
"If you ever pull this (expletive deleted) again, im gonna come home and beat you...(expletives deleted)" *Sigh* He hangs up. Im not afraid of my father, nor am I afraid of the beating, wouldn't be the first time. So I go to Best Buy, i buy some C.D.s, and I go to McDonalds, and I get my traditional St. Patty's Day Shamrock Shake. I drive home, and I return to doing what i had been doing earlier.

My parents come home for a few minutes at 8:45. They come home for good at around 12:00. My father comes in and says something to the extent of "You're getting up at 10:00 tomorrow and you're going to vacuum the house, clean the bathroom, and all that. I'm on spring break tomorrow." He said this because they ask me this week why I'm such a lazy kid. Why I'm such a screw up, why I treat them like I do. Why I don't do anything with my life. And all i usually tell them in response to why I dont do anything, is because I am currently on Spring Break. So my father decided to mock me, and says things like that. He then tells me to get in bed about 15 times. I ignore him, and he leaves. i could smell alcohol, again. He's not an alcoholic, well, maybe he is. I dont know. Usually he just drinks downstairs by himself, then falls asleep for the night, and I'm content with that. Tonight he was out, so he drank extra, and he's the "angry drunk". So ya...home life isn't always that great.
He said a bunch of other stuff I ignored, and he always seems to get me riled up, but i shake it off...

This is a really long blog, so I'll make a second part of this.!
Pt. 2 coming soon!
~Bill~