WELL

Good news:
Lissa's coming over at 2:00 PM, and i'm really looking forward to it ^.^ We'll prolly just go down to my park and take pictures until the heat kills us, then come back and play Kingdom Hearts 2 until we're blind and our fingers are broken. THEN i'm gonna try and get her to see our house isn't a frikin mansion. >.> Seriously, those things are, like.. made of marble and gold!!! D: Our house is stucco and wood XP
ANYWAYSSS...
eheh -blush- My room is filled with stuff she's given me... you watch, one day, I'm gonna come home from like.. Collage being all, "What was that one girl's name...?" And walk into my room and SHE'LL prolly be standing there, and slap me and be all, "Biotch!! You forgot meh?!"

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Actually, that wouldn't happen, cuz I'M dragging her to collage WITH me. XPPP Whether she likes it or not. Same way I'm dragging her to the emo corner in church tomorrow morning. XP

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Bad News:
D: Since my mom was yelling at me a few weeks ago, all these stupid memories of my dad hitting me are coming back. Most of the time, he'd get mad at me when mom wasn't there.. she tries to stop him from being physical, and it works...
assuming she's there.
-long sigh- I mean, half the time, i'm not sure he even lets mom know he yelled at me and hit me when she gets home. One time, I was sure he did something to my leg.. It was bruised really badly from him pushing me into my bedframe (Which is pure wood.. hard wood), and I couldn't walk on it for some time..
He's also made me hit my head against the wall pretty hard, and I was seeing stars for a bit.
SIGH.
I really don't want to call it abuse or anything.. he's a really funny, nice person, my dad, and he's got a fantastic character, and works hard at his job; the only reason lissa claims I live in a mansion. He just has anger management problems.. I guess.. he snaps easily... It's odd.. he always takes my sister's side of the argument, no matter how freakishly bad she was behaving.
He usually apologizes after words.. like when he pulled on my hair the other day in the car, he came back an hour later when we'd gotten home and said he was sorry. I'm pretty sure mom made him, because when he threw me around my bedroom for a good fifteen minuets a year ago, and left me shaking and crying in my closet, he didn't come back at all. I locked my door and went to bed. He wouldn't even try knocking.
... I'm not sure why I'm venting on here.. You guys really don't need to hear this. And please no one get freakishly worked up.. I mean, like I said, it's only when he gets angry, which is rare. Besides, I've gotten used to it. It's fine.