Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being...

Of course, when your parents put a stake through your otherwise well-rested morning, pretty much making your life tough and miserable through constant favors and screaming at the other room (Urm, Mom? All my dog is gonna hear is "Blah blah blah AMANDA blah blah AMANDA blah..." oO;;;). So it figures I'd get somewhat cranky and ranty.

I'm reminded what someone said a while back. Apparently, his biggest worry about Silver from Next-Gen isn't that Eggman's skinnier than usual, Shadow's humvee, or whatever... but that OH NOES. SONLIVER, SHADILVER, AND POSSIBLY SONADILVER IS GONNA BE POPULAR WITH THE YAOI FANGIRLS!1!!1!1 'Cause OMGZ, Sonadow ALONE was bad enough!

Geez Sonic fans. You never fail disappointing yourselves of the inevitable, eh? XD I'm gonna laugh my ass off if the most popular Silver pairing is het, like Silvise or something.

Almost makes me want to write Silver*Slash just to piss them off. XD Silver x Silver Sonic = OTP~~!!11!1

...Um. Mom's "honor's system"? WTF!? oO;;; I should not have to be told these things... and people wonder WHY I'm so distraught/crazy online lately. :/

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I want to stay at the neighbor's house or something. Heck, take me anywhere until Mom and Dad are well. I'm sick of being punished for having the least bit of happiness, for building myself up after months and months of being upset and sad. I'm tired of waking up feeling enthusiastic and creative, ready to write or make 37652974982674 icons after being blocked and sapped of all inspiration for months and months and months, only to have it POISONED or dissolved thanks to Mom screaming and ordering and catering Dad to her whims and yelling uncomfortable "jokes" and moaning about her TMIish life and problems and it just... destroys me. I set out to do one thing right and I get kicked in the dirt and/or criticized instead.

Haha, Mom and Dad are fighting again right now. I remember telling Dad I wanted to live in a soundproof home so I would've have to listen to them do that. He says, "Oh, of course. It won't happen." HARDY HAR, DAD. LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. I KNEW IT ALL ALONG. Not only that, I get my lovely morning spoiled by being forced to listen to Mom ramble angrily at my dog then cackling at my Dad about God, Jesus or whatever "spilling his seed" upon the Earth or something.

I dedicate myself to live innocently and look what the fuck happens.

"Ohhhhh, Giselle! She's in that part of her mania where the teeniest annoyed tone offends her! You've GOT to forgive her! I swear she'll be better by tomorrow!"

You said the same thing LAST NIGHT, Dad. And the night before that. And that!

Hey flist. Do any of you have a spare room I can stay in? I want to pack my video games, computer files, plushies and gunk outta here. I can't take this anymore. Notice whenever I use the "irl" or "family" tags, 99.98% of the time, it's an unhappy entry.

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*gathering stuff*

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What happened to the rest of my Pokémon manga?

Edit: Huh. I find all the old Cardcaptor Sakura graphic novels I never read, and my copy of MARS 6 is totally screwed over. But no Pokémon. Just GREAT. I'm surprised cockroaches haven't bit my fingers off yet.

Edit 2: I can't find my PokéManga. Anywhere. It figures when I lose four of the issues for years and years, find them again, and keep them in a familiar place in the closet, and THEN I'm ready for the others after years and years of keeping them safe, THEY'RE gone too.

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It's official. Puri's become a Pit fangirl. Leave me alone, I'm a sucker for angels. Especially with weapons like bows & arrows! T-T I'm really starting to wish I played "Kid Icarus" in the Golden NES Days. *sob*

Hey. At least I'm not already pairing him up randomly with Link or Zelda or Marth or Roy or Mr. Game & Watch or anything that moves. My dignity's too high for that. So's my NES Pride. :P

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Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's official. Mom and I agree. We've had out suspicions, and we've talked to Dad about it. And I'll probably talk to him more.

My little brother has anorexia. Mom's seen more, but I spotted a little, and I think Dad too: He skips breakfast, lies about eating, constantly weighing himself, checking his pants to see how skinny he's getting, once stayed in the bathroom for a humongously long time, and my Mom found vomit somewhere, so we think he's throwing up. Did I mention he's extremely competitive? And he got a silver medal at some running or swimming race at Athletic Club or something wherever he, Mom and Dad go, but was upset anyway because he lost gold to a kid whose ribs were sticking out? Now my mom mentions my brother's clavicle showing... oh goodie.

I'm starting to feel grateful I kinda paid more attention than usual whenever my Health class mentioned anorexia/bulimia/eating disorders. Maybe it was because that article I read about a woman who lived years with anorexia and having a colostomy bag after having most of her intestines surgically removed scared the living heck outta me. There'd be this nasty gurgling sound as when she DID eat, the food would quickly pass from her stomach to the bag. She was scared someone would see the bag, so she sprayed the rooms with fresheners or something frightened it smelled. Later, when she was trying to fix her colostomy bag in the bathroom or something, she got stuck there for hours and hours and had to be rushed to the hospital. And you know what happened a few days later: she died.

I dunno about you--but no matter HOW much I wanted to pound my brother for being an annoying git a lot, I don't want to see him with a colostomy bag. I think that would just break my heart.

Huh. Look at that. Dad's talking to him about his weight again already.