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04/20/2008 Entry: "I hate this day."
I'm back hope today..er Unfortunely.
I had a good time yesturday through. My uncle picked up me, we all went to the flea market, this placed called 'Outdoors World' (it's basically supplies for hunting, but has alot to see & participate in like some shooting games & rock climbing), walked though the mall connect to that.
Then later I played & tried to keep order with the kids that had showed up. We were using this dance mat (you follow your feet to the parts that light up) along with the Alvin & Chipmunk CD that came with the movie I got her. And we watched that movie for awhile, til the sugar & caffine kicked in again. Didn't end up eating til almost 9pm there, so alcourse I spend that night.
Which I did leave a message to my parents about, asking them nicely to feed that cats in the morning.
And, for whatever reason, I knew staying over longer would piss them off somehow. So far I'm not sure what measure that is extactly. There was actually a cake for me & an unsigned (? - what does that mean?) & a $5 scratch-off ticket. But (fortunely?) no one to be found.
A few minutes later, I went out to feed my kitten her evening meal & saw my dad outside. Said "Hi." which he simply replied with an indifferent "Hi Sara." On my way back inside, I tried asking him if I had any mail from yesturday (I should have ATLEAST an 'Entertainment Weekly' magazine & a Blockbuster online DVD since I got a free month of that), but he just said it would be in the kitchen. I really wouldn't put it past my mom to throw away my mail, I really wouldn't.
Just like I now know she deleted messages on the answering machine that my uncle tried to leave on Friday.
My aunt & my uncle have talked about my parents so much yesturday & today..Just their whole situation with me. And some encouraging words about how I can do anything with my life & such..
Oh I don't even wanna think about that again today. This day is bad enough. It's just an awful hateful day. That's what I kept feeling as I we were getting closer & closer to my house, just simple loathing from these people that..
No, let's not get into it. I wouldn't even leave this room today if I didn't have to go downstairs to find something to eat soon.
But here's one bright spot, look what the very SWEET Clarrisa made for me! Those are just..such a nice surprise to see, after getting home in this dreadful house & going though my daily (or when I'm online all day - every other hour) visits. The thing that's bad is I'm afraid that the drawings I sent in the mail, for her & Vega, aren't gonna show up. It's been nearly two weeks & I'm worried that I must have filled out the address incorrectly.
Oh, I really gotta eat. Gotta run downstairs.
*editing more into entry*
Ok...lol..No, it's not quite a 'laugh-out-loud' thing, but this is just sorta sad enough to be funny to me.
My parents are gambling addicts, as I may have mentioned before. Nothing that serious. Just to the point where they will buy scratch-off lottery tickets most times they go to the a store & will visit a casino atleast once a month...Anyways, the point is:
My mom keeps the scratch off tickets inwhich she has won something stuck to the refridgerater. And wouldn't you know it, there were several 'BIRTHDAY-THEMED' ones stuck there. Meaning alcorse, that they had orignally purchased me atleast several more $5 scratch-off lottery tickets as a birthday present, but (most likely) upon hearing that I was staying overnight at the house of relatives they presently hated, decided I didn't deserve that & scratched all but one off themselves.
It's...I don't know how to explain their behavior.
