So… Just “accidentally” partially overheard my dad hitching about me. Fyi, they do not know YET that I’m moving out. Anyways, I needed to do laundry, didn’t ask for his help with the washer, wasnt expecting him to, but he did just the same. However, whenever he was in the same room as me, such as when I came and sat back down after letting the dog back in because he was barking, he’d shoot me dirty looks for only he knows what reason.

Cut to a couple of minutes ago, where he tells my mom in the downstairs hallway (did I mention sound in said hallway carries quite efficiently upstairs? Well, it does) that for all he’s concerned, I can get the fuck out, or to that effect. Gotta love how he waits til I’m upstairs to start bitching st me. I have no clue what I did wrong this time. I mean, while his back was turned, I took my clothes that were on the couch upstairs, though I had to walk past him with said clothes. He would’ve hitched if I sorted the laundry because it was the end of the race (nascar, I don’t get it either). It seems like I’m damned if I do something, damned if I don’t do something. He wants me to help out around the house, yet when I do so with or without asking, its not how he wanted it or when he wanted it. I can’t win in this situation. I try to find common interests with him, and he blows me off or yells because I dare interrupt his precious internet time or tv time. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do to make him happy, or if I can. I love my dad, but how come he acts like he doesn’t love me?

So… This is tumblr… I used Blogger in the past, but this one is easlier to use from my phone. So, you probably want to know about me, or want to know what this blog is going to be about. I’ll answer the latter question first. For now, it will probably just be me venting, or keeping track of my life. There might sometimes be a couple of fictional posts, but I’ll put something in the title alluding to that fact.

So onto talking about myself. I’m a college graduate, who thankfully has a job. It’s not necessarily what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, but it is a job nonetheless. Up until this coming June, I am living with my parents. In June, I will be moving in with a friend, a fact that my sisters know but not my parents… Yet. I’m thinking about getting back into the dating scene when I move out. I’ll be in a better place in life to be dating. It’s not necessarily something I have to do or need to do, it’s just something I want to do. Does it scare the craps out of me? Yes. Putting yourself put there is probably one of the more nervewrecking things to do in life, but I think I’m ready for it.

Well, that’s it for the first entry. I can’t promise a set posting schedule, but I will try to post regularly. See y’all around :)