My brother was confirmed today. Yes, my family is Catholic. Icky.

I can still remember the day I told my dad I wasn't getting confirmed and I didn't believe in God. I was almost kicked out of the house.

I should have went along with it.

THAT LITTLE FUCKER CAME HOME WITH 500 BUCKS IN CONFIRMATION MONEY.

What the hell. It's a good thing I worked today, I am treated like a disease anytime the family does anything church-related.

Or mentions God.

Or we eat dinner together *angst* *sigh*

Then I saw the giant Avatar cardboard-cutout at work today. It was colorful and I remembered how kickass the scenery was (ignore the cliche storyline, that shit looked awesome).

I'm going to go live there. You guys game?