It's been a while, that's all I'll say. Yeah, lots of crap happened over Christmas break. I'll explain.

My parents have suspected me of having some kind of mental disorder for some time. So, when I was out one day, on my way to see a friend (who I never ended up seeing because of this), my parents went through my things, found my journal, and read through it. So, they found out I was a furry, and gay/bi/whatever, that I'd had a boyfriend before, whatever. My dad called me home, talked to me for a while. Basically, he blames my sexuality and general behavior on whatever mental condition I have, if I even have one. And yeah, they're both religious.

Oh yeah, and my father also insulted the projects I did, saying I should be focusing on schoolwork. I guess since I didn't feel the need to send them my grades, they thought I sucked. The other funny thing is, a few days after this, I got invited to join the MSPA music team, along with quite a few other people. Really excited for that. It's totally "useless" and a "waste of time". (Really, it's prompting me to write even more, and the great thing is, I can use it in my composition classes as well. Two birds, one stone.)

And they also threatened me with a contract, saying if I signed it, then they could take away financial aid if I didn't take medication and get counseling. Mental condition, remember?

That was around New Years' Eve.

Then, I came back up to Canada! Much more fun. I started working hard on things for probably the first time in university, I mean, heck, I was out all day and hardly loafed around. That's just weird, for me.

And then, last Sunday, my parents visited to drop off food, talk about things, they said, since they were dropping off my older sister, she didn't get back into school until this week. So, they visited. Nothing bad happened.

And then I get a note later from my mother, saying she left a book for me, and it wasn't left behind, in case I was thinking that. I recalled her randomly walking into my room while I unpacked food, and yeah. The book was called "Human Sexuality: A Christian Perspective". Needless to say, I wasn't happy, especially when I read the bits about homosexuality.

So I wrote a note back to my mother, trying my best to keep from completely biting her head off. Told her to not talk to me for a few weeks, maybe longer. Got an email from my father, saying he wasn't happy with what she'd done (either he didn't know she would leave it, or he was trying to save the situation), and then he kind of danced around the issue for a while. I don't think they'll ever really accept it. So yeah.

It's not the most traumatic coming-out story you've ever heard, I'm sure, but it's oddly upsetting and unnerving to me. Besides that, I'm just trying to keep up with schoolwork and life.

...And no, I don't know why I feel compelled to write about it on FA. To fill people in, I guess.

Anyway, I've got a little more time tonight to be online before I need to get to bed and get up, so I'm going to get to uploading things. Plenty of big projects I'm working on, getting excited too, and I can show you all a bit of that.

Oh right, and one other thing, I have found the best piano/room to record/play in/on, it's great. The only sucky bit is, it's a classroom, so I have to find ways to sneak in. Which is just plain fun, though.