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Feb 24, 2001

Weekends really suck. they are so fucking boring, specially

round here, yucky. it’s been raining all morning and now it’s snowing, they

are saying like 5-12 inches before monday, damnit, one week before “sring”

break and it’s still snowing, i remember a couple years ago we already had

the pool up and running by spring break, granted it wasn’t quite warm enough to swim yet, but it was getting there. My pu’s are so irresponsible. my mom

can’t ever get anything done on time. like out contract with network solutions

for our domain name expired jan 28 and she still hasn’t paid it. Only cause

the committee hasn’t approved the spending yet. but damnit i gave her the

cost info long back in november so they’ve had three committee meetings to

get it approved and it still hasn’t been done. i mean how hard is it to get

the $70 apporved? And like back when we had to pay for college she said she

would depsoit the money in my account that day and just to go ahead and write

the check. So i do that, almost $5,000 she didn’t get the money put in the

account until a week later, my check fucking bounced, and they pulled the

cash out of *MY* savings. damnit. But at least she filnally got the damn thing

depositited. but damnit, one of *MY* checks bounced. I’m really picky about that type of shit. she always does that shit, like she’ll say “Well we’ll

get it done this weekend” or something, that weekend rolls around, “well

i have to go into work and get some stuff done” DAMNIT, you said we could

do such and such THIS weekend. now you’re telling me you can’t do it. FUCKYOU.

and it happens alot now just everyonce in a while. i really have a huge hatred

for my parents. they were really never around when i was growing up, they

would work like 80-90 hours a week. Usually more. I had to cook most nights,

take care of shit. Damnit. Just like they open their mouth and i just want

to scream at them so bad. And if you’ve seen me talking to them you can usually

see it. One of my aunts said it was really bad over christmas break when she

was there. But damnit. It really hurts that they are such fucking assholes.

and they were never around when i needed them there to talk to, and they were never really open about shit. Like when i tried to tell them i was gay once,

back when i was 12. god, that was a crappy ass night. Basically it was a TON

of screaming, and bitching and trowing stuff. by the end of the night most

of my room was all over the front lawn, including my bed, and my tv. they

fucking trew most of my stuff out the second story window. it was bad, then

i found my self in “counceling” for 4 years. and on Zoloft for 6

years.i guess i can be gratefull they didn’t kick me out completly. but Damnit,

bastards. i still hate them for all of that shit. Like i’ve said before, when

iget out of here, i won’t be talking to them much, and who ever i end up spending

my life with, they won’t be seeing much of my family.

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