March 22nd, 2009
Well, My dad decided to wake my up at 4 in the morning to clean up cat shit.
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Yeah, he is a dick face. So anyways, then I woke up at 9, my dad told me he wanted me to go help him work on his 'leaf job' where we rake other peoples leaves for money. So I get my shower, get all ready and stuff and he's just bullshitting around the yard for like, 3 hours. Well, I was supposed to go to Blair's for my haircut today so finally, AFTER my mom got home he just took me there and didn't make us rake, thank goodness. So I get there and Lizzy was already there, so she did both of our hair some and then we went walking, ending up at Jason's again, just drinkin' and smokin' [cigs only] and chillin'. But even that got boring, so we go back, eat, watch silly videos and get on webcam. Eventually I had to leave so Lizzy's mom came and took me home, and here I am. Not much of a day, really.
So, since I didn't have too much to say this time, I'll write a little about Procrastinaion. I only threw 'masterbation' into the title because it rhymes, ha ha. Well, my dad is a huge procrast-er himself, but hates it when other people don't get things done as soon as he asks for it. Myself, I don't procrastinate in an irrisponsible way, meaning I may wait a little longer than nessesary but I always get things done when I'm supposed to, unlike my dad, who never finishes anything, even families. I wait til weekends to clean my room, do major projects, ect. He just starts it and doesn't finish, unless we push him to do so and that's damn near impossible, seeing as we'd proably get our asses kicked if we even slightly went against him. The odds are on his side, really.
What a lot of people don't understand about my mom's part in all of this is that she can't just divorce him or leave with us or anything of that nature. She's in a drug program most of her week and weekends, making it hard to get a job, much less one that doesn't do backround checks. Even if she could land one, it wouldn't be enough to support us three on our own and there's no cheap places for sale or rent around here anyways. And we can't just kick him out because one, were three tiny women and two, it's his house. Rachel and I are only minors so we can't just leave, he threatens to call the law on us and send us to foster care or juvy [I've been in foster care, and like hell if I'm ever going back, I will not be treated like a slave ever again.] And I'm only 16, no licence or learners, no car or job, semi-passing grades and no major skills.
All that been said, I'm a little stuck. We all are.
Wow, I'm really off topic. I guess it's because I'm so tired, so I think I'll call it quits for the night.
-Danielle
