To my boyfriend
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: the sound of nothing but the fan on this computer
Topic: family ties
I going crazy over here. Trapped, yet again in my "home," my family is driving me mad. My brother won't speak to me unless he's giving me some kind of order on what to say to someone who calls for him on the phone (my mother is a pushover and acts as his personal secretary, and I am supposed to do the same apparenty), my cousin is over (a boy Kyle's age) and he is too incredibly rude and hurtful, and my mother is being her regular concervitive prick self. The boys have been in the basement taking up the computer ever since we got back home yesterday. Not really a change for me since Kyle himself wouldn't buge from the screen ever since I've been home. I cought him at a bathroom brake to talk to you on IM before. He's so rude. I would have to physically fight him to move him from the computer. I have before, but more on that later. Anyway, he and Vernon, my cousin have the big screen and the computer in the basement, and there isn't a car for me to get away, so I was stuck and decided to chill out and try to enjoy the family room area as I lounged in the easy chair and added onto my book (I'm writing a chapter a day). I found I wonderful channel on the tv that shows hardly any commercials! Channel 163 on comcast cable shows like three commercials every 45 minutes. It's amazing! Most of the film and shows that come on are British as well, and I was lovin' it! :) It, however, is a channel devoted to homosexuals. And mother wasn't lovin' it. She took the remote from me and changed it to the news. We had a 'spat' about it, but I guess you could say in a way she won. I won the argument, but I let her watch the news anyway. You see, that is the only tv in the house that gets comcast cable. Every other telivision station, you know, is poluted with commercial media. This, however, had 'breaks' more so than commercials. The commercials were hardly even selling things, but educating the public about the gay community. Everything on this channel was so 'anti-MTVworld' if you know what I mean. It was unique and refreshing. But all my mom could see was "gay." I told her that she could watch the news on any tv in the house, and this tv was the only one with comcast cable, but she sat on the coutch like a spioled bratt and said "no I don't want to watch the news in my room, I want to watch it here." I called my dad, and asked him to take me back home.... I mean, take me back to Drexel. I can't stand in here. I can't talk to you or rashni from here, I can't relax without a fight; living here is like living as a pet where the owner expects you to be perfectly happy as long as you're fed. Well, thanks for the pizza, but I'm going back to where I really am happy. When are you going back, Michel?