Happy frickin Thanksgiving.
Back at home for once. Place is still a dump, with way too much
useless clutter. I am surprised we never ended up on that show about
Hoarders. Maybe someday... I wonder if the shame of it would make Mom
and Dad do something about it. They would probably just enjoy the
attention.
At least they seem to be relatively clean at the moment, though I bet
they cleaned up a good bit before I came home. I wonder if they
thought of that themselves, or if Judge reminded them? How the hell
is Dad Judge's brother? We would all be better off if he acted more
like it. Judge or not, if they weren't helping pay for College, I
would not have bothered coming back. Speaking of which, guess where
their priorities were? Girls and parties. They were more interested
in my social life than what actually matters. Just fucking typical.
Still, I didn't flip out on them like I thought I might, which is
good. I owe to Judge not to mess things up any further.
Ah... I thought complaining on this thing was supposed to make me
feel better. Instead I've got a splitting headache. Or maybe it was
the food. Judge insisted we cook this year, but it turns out none of
us are actually good at it. Surprise, surprise, right?
Being away from home for so long... I really though, I might miss it,
or parts of it at least. But I don't. My room is the same, just as I
left it... But it really isn't home anymore. I feel... Awake now.
Everything is just so much clearer. I can see this place for what is
is, without those years of comforting familiarity and nostalgia
blinding me. Yeah... I guess being away from home really did change
my views.
Heh. Another thing being away from home opened my eyes to is just how
friggen creepy the woods are around here. Took a walk though them a
couple hours ago, and I really don't know how I managed it before. I
have walked through those woods a hundred times, or much more, and I
have never felt this level of unease. Every single branch I pushed
aside felt like... Well. I guess it... Well it makes sense. I wonder
why Mom or Dad was out there, though? I found a full bottle of their
whiskey just laying beside a tree. They need to stop drinking,
especially if they're wandering out into the woods while drunk.
Heading back tomorrow. Looking forward to it...
Oh. I might as well make a note for the continuation of the fucked up
dreams saga. Nothing as severe as the one on Sunday, but ever since
then I have been having a different dream, over and over again. The
sound of running water, and the feeling of grass on my cheek. Nothing
else. I don't even remember any visuals this time. I guess... I will
tell Despinos about these next time I talk to him. I know what these
dreams actually mean...
