I need to move out.
I stayed around the house for a little bit before Mike came and picked me up for a Wal-Mart run and some lunch at Costco. Mike was being a stellar boyfriend and buying his girlfriend clothes for work. We talked at Costco and then he dropped me back off, with enough time to play COD and do my Spanish homework.
School was good. Brief session of argument and debate class, and a spanish test. From there I darted home to find my sister moving more of her stuff in. Add her wild dog, screaming kids, and dogs barking. I can't take it. 30 minutes into the book I was reading, my dad riled up the dog, who jumped on top of me, slicing into my nipple and leaving 2 other scratches over my chest. With that I screamed at everyone, then boarded myself up in my last haven I know of. My personal cloudburn. I felt bad, but I need to get out. I'm loved, I'm not abused or neglected, but I feel misunderstood. There are times I feel like its a burden with me living here. I wouldn't doubt it, all signs point to an escape. I can't stand the corruption of other kids my age who can afford to live on their own, only to host palaces of debauchery and corruption. The bad get the good cards, and the good people get the bad cards. Injustice. My biggest motivator. I think I might have been pushed over the edge tonight.
Left with Mike and as I type, am about to depart for Grand Haven. I bought an iMac G5. It's broken, but my nerdy take-it-apart gengar has other plans. I got a free PS3, and with my tech savvy hands and screwdrivers, I not only restored it to a working condition, but put a custom hard drive in it, meaning the playstation 3 I own is more powerful than any ps3 you can buy in a store. I intend to get this iMac working again. If not, the resale value is insured that I get my money back. It's a win-win. I either gain an iMac, or I make some extra income, and add a geeky hobby to do while locked up in my tower, or dungeon.
Bring on the night drive. Music blaring, mind cleansing. God, show me the way.
- Thanks Ruby -
