When it rains,

It pours.

I never thought that hip little quote would be somewhat relevant in my life, but ohhhh is it ever now.

I think last night was one of the worst ones I've had in a long time. Pouring was probably the theme of the night. I got back from my training, which was slightly amusing.. not quite. I was really sick and my nose was running already, head was compacted, ears stuffed, and head throbbing. I layed down in my bed, unshowered, putting off anything and everything until this morning.

I was nodding off respectively when I heard my father scream, "turn off your t.v., I'm coming upstairs!" My television wasn't even on, but I just accepted that and turned on my light for the room. He bursted in and immediately grabbed my car keys off my dresser and screamed about how I'm 'so goddamned lazy" and how I didn't listen to my mother. I was to only be driven by her for the rest of the week and I wasn't allowed to go anywhere today until he had gotten home.

I was really taken back by this that by the time I asked "why am I being punished?" he was all the way down the stairs.

I was told I didn't clean my room like my mother had told me to(she didn't say) and that I needed to take a test tomorrow(I didn't)

So I replied, "I don't have test to make up"
dad, "MAKE UP THAT TEST TOMORROW"
Me, "I don't have a test to make up!"
dad, "YOU WILL MAKE THAT TEST UP TOMORROW"
Me, "I-DON'T-HAVE-A-TEST-TO-MAKE-UP!"

He ran back upstairs and flew into my room and promptly punched my wall in his lame efforts, if I do say so, to 'scare me'.

I'll provide the picture of the massive hole in my wall momentarily.



In fact his efforts were so lame, that I infact laughed at his childish antics.

He continued to scream and when my mother overheard his yelling about a 'hole' she immediately flew upstairs. She then proceeded to be yelled at by my father who told her he now had another problem: the wall. I told her she never told me to clean my room and that I didn't have a test to make up.

I got on my computer and brought up my grade sheet and indeed, proved her wrong.

My father proceeded to go on a rampage of my mother causing all these problems for nothing. Which of course, she can't be blamed for anything, the woman had to find something else to yell about. She called me lazy, un-satisfactory ect...

I was told to clean my room and go to bed. I walked into my closet and it seemed when all the papers began falling off the shelf in an array, the tears fell simultaneously. I couldn't compose myself, thoughts of these past two weeks drowned my mind and overflowed into the tears dripping off my chin.
I didn't stop crying until the wee hours of the morning, which didn't make waking up any easier.

I just wish things became easier as the days go by, but opposite effects are due.