shouted down my dad last night in a restaurant for what I wrote in last time's journal. still won't talk to him. got reamed later for not respecting him because they've done so much monetarily for me (paraphrase). translation = we don't get you anymore, and instead of trying, we'll buy you off. I've heard of this, but it (1) saddens (2) disappoints (3) makes me angry. damn it all.
continuing the trend of what my family thinks of me, when I (nonchalantly) asked my brother if I gave him a dollar, if he would go an entire day without playing warcraft. he returned with if he gave me a dollar, would I stop writing for a week. so, says I, that's not a comparison, warcraft is a game, a hobby. followed by an insulting exchange in which I discovered that my brothers, at least, find what I do to be a complete waste of time.
familial support. isn't it strawberries and cream?
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