Yesterday Sucked, Today Was Better

Yeah, that's always how it goes. Yesterday, I managed to go out and shop with my mother and godmother, which wasn't horrible. I was in the car a lot.
And therefore, so was Jack.

I do believe he likes the windscreen, lol. Life is a highway, after all.

I'm not a power-shopper by any means, so Jack and I stayed in the car during the fourth department store. We took pictures.

Once I went home, the evening looked up. Aside from a bunny trying to eat my head...

Lol. That's Rex, he's very disapproving. Despite the evidence, he does not like my brains. was trying to listen to his little bunny heart. I HAD put my ear to his back but all I could hear there were his fluttery little bunny breaths. He's very soft but did not like the smell of my hair apparently. lol.

The night went downhill from there. I love my bed, but it chose exactly the wrong moment to break. The middle slat jumped out and fell through so my whole bed was pretty much crumbling. The screws were loose.

I tried to shift my mattress and fix it. No luck. Even my mum and dad couldn't fix it.

So, I grabbed my pillow and three of my smaller blankets [I'm a cold sleeper] and went to camp out on the couch until we could fix it in the morning.

My dad has a cold, so even when he's drunk he's grumpy, so he growls at me "Sleep in your bed."

I was tired. And the bedframe was unstable. And I shift and kick in my sleep. So I looked at him and said "No, it moves every time I sit down on it, I'm not doing it."

He turned on me and started yelling at me.

"YOU WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU WILL OR WILL NOT DO. I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR ATTITUDE"

And I'm suddenly three years old, springing fucking leaks and backpedaling like I've got no spine.

"No no no Dad I can't sleep down there because if I accidentally break the slat or something we won't be able to fix it, if we leave it now we can fix it tomorrow please I have to sleep I have school tomorrow!"

He's still advancing on me, he's practically got me backed up against the computer desk shelves.

"FINE BUT YOU DON'T ARGUE WITH ME I AM YOUR FATHER WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING IT MEANS DO IT DON'T STAND THERE AND ARGUE WITH ME"

He didn't exactly SAY "You insolent brat" but he might as well have. And here I am crying and he doesn't fucking care. I'm not supposed to disagree with him? Even when I'm actually right? Just because I'm his daughter I don't have my own free fucking will? Apparently, until I'm 21 I might as well be a dog instead of a human being.

I called Sage so he could calm me down. I love him so much, he can always make me start crying. I fucking hate my father sometimes. I hate crying more than anything in the world and he makes me do it, a lot. He found me talking to Sage and he took my phone. I wasn't crying hysterically at that point anymore so I didn't care. I just didn't think I could take living in his house anymore. There's nothing I can do about it, so I just slept. On the couch.

It was lonely, but I survived.

Today turned out better, even though it didn't start so good. I didn't get a shower because the guys working on installing the plumbing in the tiny apartment next door where my grandma Mer Mer's going to live soon turned off the water on the property.

So when I turned on my shower, nothing came out.

I was pissed, but System of a Down cures everything. Even unhappiness, greasy hair, and a really bad pain in my side from sleeping on it all night. I hurt so much I wanted to puke, and I almost did when I took the little tiny swallow of flat Diet Coke it took to swallow 800mg of ibuprofen. Like I said. System cures all.

Jack and I went to art class. I hadn't washed my face and I felt like crap but whatever.

There's some men made of tape poking out of the walls in the art room, they're really cool. Jack made friends with one.

Isn't he darling?

Anyway.

I had a lot of fun in art, I always do. All of my friends from Crescent View are there usually.

Hayley, Billy, Sarah, Anthony. Sage even showed up after his english lab.

I was drawing chibis of everyone, it was the best thing ever. Our teacher, Mr. Martucci, is an odd man. He's so funny. He's very sarcastic and since the school jsut put downa new wood floor and I have a penchant for spilling things he put downa tarp. I immediately took my shoes off and sat on it, lol.

All we do in art class is draw, paint,and talk. A lot. Loudly. And with filthy language.

Afterwards we all went for pizza, and I was reminded that even if my home life is shit occasionally I still have the best fucking friends in the world. We have weird adventures and nobody else can understand us.

This is me, drawn by Billy:

She's coming to stay at my house next week. We are making brownies. It's going to be so great.

Friends are the reason I'm still in this stupid town.
I'm glad I've got the bastards.