It Starts...

I've done this blogging thing for years, but it's never been published. Random words, thoughts and feelings packed into a bulletin or an open document page on my computer. Never have they been so specified for someones viewing. Even now I don't know who will read this besides possibly my sister, but I think it's time to tell the world the things that end up in the trash or deleted by myspace.

Well for those of you who don't know, I've been living at my aunts house since about Halloween time. My parents are in their little tiff and I'm afraid that my mom is going to divorce my dad. I know that it would be in her best interest, but it still hurts...

I'm back at home now, this being only my second day back in my room for nearly half a year. I was kicked out of my room by my dad's cousin and his family. I've been sleeping on couches since then, I was just sick and tired of it. Guess what, dad's drinking. Yes right now. I was asleep and he slipped out for a "half a case" Right now I'm hiding in my room listening to the antics of SpongeBob on my tv, trying to drown out the sound of my buzzed father talking shit to little kids playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare out in the living room. Unfortunately for me, my door is open, so the dog can come and go as he pleases.

We got into a little spat today, my dad n' I, when I caught him with a 12 pack of booze, over his willing or "wanting"ness to stop drinking. So in an effort to be my dad's backbone, cuz he obviously doesn't have one, I took his keys to the truck and his wallet. Considering that he's nearly crippled and not supposed to be driving anyway, I'd say this is an extremely good thing.

But it's not all bad. Mainly I'm glad to have my own space back. I mean, I adore all my cousins at my aunts, and of course I love my aunts company, but even though I had my own room there before my mom moved in, it still wasn't "my" space if you catch my drift.

I'm a little down in the dumps, cuz the first guy I've actually had a crush on since my ex is being a complete and utter asshole to me, and the way he makes me feel isn't even worth talking to him right now. But good news, I found someone else to give attention to when I was at RadCon, I wish he'd call...

Well in ending this randomness floating through my mind right now, I'm going to say a prayer for Aubrey, her family and the little girl who left them behind yesterday. All my love, R.I.P. Emily Angel Rose.