my dad came to my room and yelled at me for being a spoiled brat for a while, and when he had tired himself out, i told him how he misjuged me by assuming i was like my mom, which hurt my feelings, and how he's always making fun of me and how that hurts my feelings, and several other 'it's all your fault' things, and then he got his puppy eyes and left me alone. this is how all our arguments go, usually. he yells and then i say something smart and he's like 'oh..... well don't i just feel like a dick now'. i never lie to him, and i never hide things or twist words. i think that's what catches him off guard. i'm honest. *gasp*

i've been spending time i should be drawing playing borderlands with my brother, the only one in my family that i get along with, and this weekend i intend to sleep, as it is an activity that not only gives me a chance to dream and think, but makes me genuinely happy for a long period of time.