||[Jun. 6th, 2006|02:42 pm]
|||||"Beast and the Harlot" Avenged Sevenfold||]|
So for those of you who don't know already, this is the start of my third week at Tomorrow is Yesterday. It's mainly a comic book shop. Ok, a nerd shop. The people I work with have all been pretty nice, so it's way better than Home Depot.
I'm hanging out at home less and less. I hardly ever eat dinner here. I'm pretty much hating my dad. For those of you who wonder why, it's because he's a dick and he likes to play games.
Yesterday as soon as I woke up he asked me if my room is clean. Of course it wasn't, I have not been home to do so. So he freaks out on me and says he's going to invade my privacy and check my room once a week to see if it's clean, and if it's not he says he's going to 'clean it.' Ok, so now I got to make sure my room is ok every week now. I'm going to start hanging obscure things on my wall, like half-naked men and women making out and random definitions from my dictionary. Whatever, my room will still be clean. He had me run up and down the stairs 3 times, because I had not vacuumed my room or dusted it. When I finish I say I'm going to hang out with my friends, he tells me I have to do the dishes right then. I have not been home at all. None of the dishes are mine. He says my mom shouldn't have to do them all the time. I agree, but I think he should help out as well, the lazy fuck. After I get the dishes done, I finally go to leave. The keys to the car are not hanging up. I ask him where they are. He says he washed the car and they might be in there. I know this is bullshit because he would never leave the keys in the car. I go out and check anyway, play along with his stupid games. He comes outside with the keys and insists there is a dent on the hood. I see no dent. He actually said "Are your friends jumping on the car? Cause you better tell them to get the fuck off the car." My friends aren't that dumb. No one jumps on my car, and I have not hit anything. So I tell him whatever and I left.
Now I have to clear some things off of the computer, because he's having his computer-savvy friend come over this weekend to check things out. So bye-bye porn. I might burn the rest of my stuff onto CDs, just incase they think it's cool to delete all of my stuff. It's so annoying, the way he acts like he knows so much about this computer. I know more than he does. And me and my mom know this computer is old, and needs to be replaced. It won't happen until it breaks, though.
I have to talk to my mom soon about Ben staying here for a week. I hope they realize he'll be sleeping in my room, with me. I still have to try and make some sort of plans, I just wish I had more time to spend with him. I think everything might feel rushed, or too much. I have to show him about town, and I still want to take him into Chicago. I don't think I can show him all of Chicago just yet, it's such a big city. I guess it can be left for the other times he will be here. I just want to be with him so badly.
I've been insanely horny for the past week. I miss him so much, and there's no one in this town for me to turn to. The only person who I think tolerates my clingy moments is Zach. I wish things were different, though. If I could just have....a friend with benefits, or something. Someone to hold me over and keep me sane until Ben's around ^^
All of my friends are eager to meet him, it makes me happy. I have a feeling they'll get along with him just fine, too. They already said we should all go camping at Rock Cut when he's here, and I think it'd be fun. There's so many things I want to do when he's here, I just have to talk to him. I want to see if early July is fine, or maybe the end of this month. Of course, I have to confirm dates with him first, then go to work and see if I can get them off. I hope they go ahead and give me them, they're the only days I'm asking off. I'm not asking days off for graduation parties or concerts, or anything like that. So I think they might give me a week.
Oh yeah, happy 666.