yeah, so I'm bored just sittin here listenin to music, goddamn i hate bein bored, i should probably open the window cuz my room is like a fuckin oven right now and I'm about to shrivel up like a fuckin raisin, my parents never use the air in the summer, yet they waste their money on this fuckin heat, sometimes i think they lost thier sanity when they adopted me, just a thought more or less, but sometimes i get so angry and frustrated with how my parents go about doing things, they turn everything into an event, i'm not a little kid anymore, goin to the video store shouldn't be an epic journey at all, I hate how they fit in all the morbid details of thier shitty day, it bugs me cuz me and them could actually be talking about something worth while but they choose to fill conversation mostly with vain or morbid news, like news about their friends dying or how ugly something someone wore is, knowing damn well they wouldn't want someone saying the same thing about their fashion sense, it boggles my mind how one minute they can shake someones hand and then a week later re-evaluate them as a possible bad person, I give people chances to make an ass of themselves if they wish, but judging them like that is ridiculous to me, if someone is my friend I give them that as credibility I don't take every word of advice to heart but I wouldn't talk shit on them if they are my friend, even if they act retarded sometimes, needless to say, I feel like an apple in a bucket of fried onions when I am around my parents in a public place, it makes me feel weird when they say or do things that I'd never say or do, and the way they go about doing things sometimes makes me ultra pissed cuz they like having control elements where they are not even needed or wanted, in short i've come to the conclusion that it is best not to tell my mom anything I don't want to hear about later from someone else, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- Draco