I retract my previous statement regarding the Blogger layout. Sure, it's spiffy enough.. it's nice to look at. But it's a bitch to navigate. Seriously, Eddie can't get into the blog because it keeps deleting the poor guy.. and I can't find anything in my template.. I hate the way it's been formatted. It reminds me of C++.. you have to keep scrolling right in order to get to the center of the fucking tootsie pop.. er.. you know what I mean.

My dad is coming home soon. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, of course I'm happy.. and he's away from danger and everything. It's just.. weird. It bothers me the way he and my mom interact.. like they're long lost loves. And we all know that's so not true. It just pisses me off. They're divorced. Yet, my mom still refers to him as her husband.. and they @!#$ when there's no one around.. At that communion thing? She was talking about how they met.. and how it was love at first sight. Total bullshit. All they ever did was fight when they were married.. and that's if they were even talking to each other. Usually, the one would ignore the other one. And vice versa. I don't want them living together, and I don't want them to get back together. Is that selfish? Everything is better this way. Everyone gets along. Sort of.

Pff.

Monday. I forgot to write this into the previous post and I have no idea why..
My brother brought a few friends home from school. That's alright, I can deal with it. As long as they leave me the fuck alone. That wasn't the case.. :(
I was playing a very involved game of Eternal Darkness when someone started banging on my door. At first I thought it was Orion because he's the only one who bangs on it, so I didn't answer it, but instead asked what he wanted. Well, it wasn't Orion, it was one of Ben's vagarious friends. Thank God my door was locked, because he attempted to open it without a reply other than, "Are you naked in there?!". The boy was obviously equipped with the brain of a "special" four year old, because, even though he realized the door was locked, he continued to try and open it. He goes away.

Ten minutes later, I hear him outside the door again.. except he doesn't knock, doesn't pound.. but I can hear him standing there. Then he starts banging on it again, this time asking if I'm really nineteen. I don't answer. So he just continues asking and banging until it finally dawns on him that I'm not answering. He leaves with a rather loud, "Fuck you, then."

Five minutes later, he's back outside my door. He bangs on it, "Housekeeping, housekeeping, miss." Yeah, because now I'll answer it. When he realizes I haven't fallen for his clever trick, he goes away to consult my brother who, by the way, is on his way to his fourth year in ninth grade. So he comes back. This time, he uses a sorry attempt at a feminine voice, bangs on the door, and says, "Room service." He also tries the housekeeping one again. Then he just continues pounding on the door asking me if I'm naked.

So, what does a girl in a situation as precarious as this? She drowns the fucker out with some Katatonia. I swear the stereo must have been on level 40 in order to get the freak to fuck off.

Does that stop him? No. And I should have seen this coming. He runs to my windows. With Ben in tow. In a way, I did see it, because I shut my curtains, but they're so thin you can see through them if you're close enough. But he starts banging on my windows. He sees me and says to my brother, "She's naked!!" Of course, if he used his three remaining brain cells, he could tell I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. But he just keeps banging on the damn window, while my fucking brother eggs him on.

At this point, I was seriously debating on whether or not to call the cops. But instead, I locked the fuckers out of the house. And while I was locking the basement door, I took a detour to Ben's computer and perfomed a 'deltree C'.

When I got back to my room, they were gone. I hung some blankets over the curtains in case they came back, but thank God they didn't. For their own safety. I was ready to gouge his eyes out with a broken pencil.