Oh well. Might as well. I think I have enough watchers (who really care anyways) to read the crap that's on my mind.

Ok. Here it goes:

My dad is a dick. I've been depressed lately because of him. He on my ass about college when I'm trying my best to get into what I want (video game production) but he keeps giving me "advice" (lectures imo) on how to run my life. He tells me not to move in with my bf because "we're moving too fast" besides the fact that the rent would be only $300 a month, which is cheaper than most one room apartments in Washington. I swear to god he's bi-polar. An hour ago he was all happy and wondered what I wanted to eat. The next, he's mad because I didn't get dinner for us. I don't know what to do. He doesn't want my bf to come to my house because it makes him uncomfortable and doesn't want it around my little sister, cuz you know, gay is contagious. Argh. And I have to spend the next few days with him alone while my mom and sis stay at a hotel in Bellvue. I hate talking to him, because all he does is put me in a bad mood, and I can never hide my emotions well, ever.

Sorry for the rant. I just needed to say something. And start filling the empty space that are my journals.

*sigh* later guys