so i was having a wonderfullly wonderfulll evening when my wonderfullly hateful dad radios my two way and tells me i need to get my ass home right now. now i'm rather mad about this because i was having the most lovely time. tonya had gotten off work early and we were walking in the pleasent cool night and talking about everything we could think of. we dont do as much talking when i'm at her house, we do some, but not as much. too much kissing and hugging and movie watching to do alot of talking, dont get me wrong, i love to watch tv and i really love to kiss and hug (as well as other things) but sometimes i seem to forget how great talking can be. so i already know why i'm gonna get yelled at. my sister cheated on her bf and i thought it was wrong of her and i voiced my opinion on someone elses diary. my dad said i was an asshole and yelled at me for it. i'm gonna have an opinion about this no matter what so everyone can deal. he said that the reason he's so pissed at me is cause i should defend my sister no matter what. well, i dont go telling on her when she says something very rude and hurtful about me at least once a week, i just let it go. but i told him that, and yet again i'm full of shit. whatever. i'm glad i met tonya or i would be completely under appreciated. my parents ignore every good thing i do and just yell like assholes. my parents bitch and say i dont help out around the house enough. which is bullshit already, considering i clean the kitchen hardcore every sunday, clean my room every other day (which is filled with my brother's toys by the way) clean up the house, wash the dishes at least once a day and feed the dogs, cats, and chickens. so i started doing the dishes about three times a day and doing my own laundry on sundays on top of what i already do and i still dont get appreciation. just the other day i wanted to get leaving for school but there were dishes, so i figured i'd do them so my mom didnt have to. she bitches cause she wanted to get in the shower. she had to wait almost three extra minutes. oh no. so i did the dishes three times yesterday and once thismorning. as i'm going to get them ready for my sister to do them tonight her and my mom announce that they are going to leave to go somewhere. so me, being completely fed up with the bullshit, says "ok, i'll do the dishes for the sixth time this week." and finally i hear a "oh, thanks" like thats supposed to cut it. and they get all indignant cause i want them to take my bros so i can go see tonya, what the fuck. so anyway, i get yelled at by my dad tonight, i didnt yell back so i hope he feels like shit for that, honestly i do, one day the guilt will really get to them. i hope it haunts them. they already make me feel like no one gives a shit about me, like i could just fade away and no one would notice. i'm trying to get this band off the ground but everything is going to shit right now. that's pissin me off. i think tonya and i are gonna go see hellboy. i dont think she'll want to see it if she sees the previews, but i really want to see it, but not alone, and she is the only person i really enjoy spending time with. everyone else bores me after a little bit. honestly, after about an hour i cant stand most people, tonya i would rather be around when we are fighting than be around anyone else who i was on perfect terms with. so tomorrow i have off school, but i'm not telling my dad cause i'm not going to work for him. i gotta call ups cause the screwed up my interview time. they said thursday the sixteenth and seven pm. well thursday is the fifteenth so i dont know what the hell is going on. my dad is suddenly trying to be nice to me so i'm creeped out. i guess he feels bad. good, i hope he has nightmares. i'll forgive him tomorrow, tonight is mine to hate. i'm tired and you're tired of reading so i'm gonna go to bed. bye.