so..... the long weekend has arrived. It is peaceful so far i guess. Last night was bad though. Eric came in looking all pissed and then walked back out when he saw that dad was in the bathroom, still looking as pissed as before. then like 10 minutes later dad went outside to find him and they never returned. not until i had put my shoes on, wandered around the pitch black yard for 10 minutes. i finally approached the den door, and i could hear disturbed voices. just voices. so i went back inside... i sat. and i cried. i filled up the last 3 pages of my beautiful journal with not exactly happy thoughts. the pop didn't bruise the last time i looked. oh well. i turned on my screamy music and went to sleep. attempted anyway. i hated myself for crying. but i couldn't stop. daddy came up and he held me and i guess i fell asleep in his arms, because i don't really remember all of what he said to me. i woke up, my head throbbed. they woke me up. i just ate poptarts and thew on clothes. my hair is still kinky from yesterday. but not as bad. nor as fluffy. i ate poptarts. eric went out into the den. perhaps i will sleep there tomorrow night. we have to dye easter eggs on sunday. dad told funny jokes last night. -yo momma's so fat she had to be baptized in seaworld -you momma's so fat that when she walked past the television, i missed THREE shows. -needle dicked bug fucker. they made me laugh. i came to grandmas. i am supposed to be working on stupid wuthering heights, and i did. now i talk to people and mess with all kinds of shit.