Alchohol is not for me.

Wooh. *sarcastic*. Soo, it's been a real bitchy morning, and it only has been 2 fuckin' hours. Soo, my dad had my uncles over, since one of them had helped him put cement on his landscaping job yesterday, which was friday (not to confuse anyone). As usual, they drank beer and 'socialized'. I think they took fucking shots this time with henesys. As usual, they got fucking drunk. I fucking hate, actually loathe drunk people. Soo... it ended like at 1:15, everyone went home. My brother Hop (3rd oldest), which is a senior and U.C. Davis. comes home at ehh, around 1:30ish. We chitchat because he was updating me on his internship at Liberty Mutual, a pretty high ranked financial group. So.. i'd say 1:40ish comes around. My mom comes out of the room crying, because she tried calming my dad down since he probably had an arguement with one of my uncles. She came out yelling something like "they're just kids" or something. It was about my cousins. Honestly, I don't like them either. They don't try. One of them went to a state colleges because she didn't apply for any UCs because she didn't want to get "rejected". WTF?! REALLY?! >_> But yeah. that's a different story. Soo, it probaly has something with my dad trying to lecture his older brother-in-law. Why? Cause he's drunk. And of course, being the older sibling, my uncle didn't want to take shit so he proably yelled back. Why? Cause he's drunk. So. Of course they're all yelly yelly. And I guess that's the reason why i heard the door slam. So when everyone went home, my mom and dad went to bed. Being her niece and nephews, she tried defended them. My dad, being a fawking drunking idiot probably said something that upsetted her. Not noticing my brother was home, since he was in my room and he heard what she said to, was like Wtf... He had only been home for 10 minutes and he was in a delightful mood since he was riverrafting later that day. Soo, he went into my parents room. and was like what the eff. and then they exchanged words. he came out and was and said 'i don't want to deal with this shit anymore. I have a home at davis. If its going to be like this around here, i don't want to come back'. fawkk. >_> It's not that my dad believes my cousins are idiots. Both my brother and I agree. It's that he has to fucking get drunk, and tell it to my uncles faces, and making my mom cry. That what pisses me off the most. So, at the moment, my mom is sleeping downstairs with my sister, my brother is on his way back to davis but he was suppose to spend a night, and now i really don't want to deal with this shit either. I can't leave the house, because i'm afraid my dad might go on a tantrum tomorrow again because he'd want to justify himself but he'd do it in an idiotic way. I don't want to stay in the house. I want to leave. It's easy to. I can spend all day at lake elizabeth, at the tennis courts, or at a friends house. But, I can't leave. Because my morality won't fucking let me. If you ever see me drinking alcohol, please kick my ass. If i asked why? Say because you're drinking alchohol and i don't want you to become an asshole. I hope my brother comes back. He's fun to hang out with. But why should he? This happens. Before he didn't want to come back because my oldest brother is a dumbass too. He's going no where. He probably smokes pot, and gambles all his money away. And my parents still baby his ass. Hop didn't come back for a few months but he eventually did to come see me and my sister. He doesn't come as often as he used to though.

My parents argueing only occurs every few months. haha, guess why i'm always happy? Because I know people probably have it worst. This happens to me every now and then. For others, on a weekly, perhaps a daily basis. I hope that if i'm happy and think positive, they can at least be happy and positive for that moment of time, so that they don't need to spend every moment in what a dreadful place they hide away at home and just escape into a whole different world. Of course, not everyone has a secret second life at home, but it doesn't hurt for a happy person to become happier.

P.s. Please don't tell me sister any of this. She doesn't read my blog, so yeah. I'll just sugar coat it when she asks me.

*Sorry for the vulgar language. >< There's a study that when people curses, it stimulates so that it makes the pain easier. I'm not saying to curse, but i'm saying that I just needed to ):