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Not a week after getting my internet back, the unexpected happens. My electricity gets shut off, without even a proper reacharound. I arrive home on Tuesday morning only to have my father tell me that it'll be months before it gets turned back on. Thoroughly sick of his shit, I walked out of the house, and took refuge at a friends house. Those wonderful people actually gave me a place to sleep for almost an entire week while my electricity was off. God bless them.

"But I thought you said months!" you say. Funny thing, that.

I come home from my AP US History exam Friday to change my shirt before going off to lunch with some friends, and I notice there is a TV on, and that the clocks are working. Apparently, my mom's friend loaned her the 800 bucks needed to turn the electricity back on. Good stuff, right?

Actually, no.

This really pisses me off. This kind of shit just encourages my dad, and I know it. Why would he get a job if someone is always bailing his sorry ass out? Mom seems thrilled that he did a lot of work yesterday (mowed the lawn, cleaned out the cars...), but no. It won't last and I know it. 800 Dollars won't keep the electricity on, put food in the cupboards, or pay for my tests.

I keep asking myself how long before I go off on somebody in this house.

To be honest, the only thing that really makes this place any kind of a home to me is my mother, bless her. She's a saint, putting up with my father and his family, my brother and his attitude, and everything I do that should be driving her nuts. Other than her, the people who gave me a place to stay for the week feel more like family. They've given me a home away from home, if you will, and I have nothing but love for those people. They're not reading this, but thank you, again, so very much. I owe you guys the world.

Right, onto other business.

My computer has come down with a nasty, nasty disease. I can't really do anything with my computer, and getting onto the internet like this is a loophole. I'm trying to reformat my hard drive and re-install Windows XP, but I keep running into problems. It's a real pain in the ass, but if I manage to reformat it'll be like buying a brand new computer. Without costing me a thousand bucks.

Until then, I can't really do anything with it. Sometimes my brower just crashes on me, or freezes up. It's a nuisance, I tell you.

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