The answer to this question?
Everything.

I’m completely lost now. About two weeks ago (more or less) my dad and I managed to get into another major quarrel and because I’m just not in the mood to go over every single little detail right now I’m just going to give you all the “small” version.

We got into an arguement simply because he doesn’t know how to have any sort of humane conversation with anyone that he doesn’t either work with or go to church with. This being said, I haven’t had the best time at my dad’s house for the past 7 months that I’ve been there. It started out fine, it just seems that as time goes on he gets more and more cranky and obsessively compulsive about seemingly every aspect of everyone’s lives in that house. This means that the only reason that I stayed there so long was because it was a nice, new, ginormous house in a great community … I got to experience the closest thing to have the “real” brother that I had always hoped for … and I didn’t ever have to see my sister or her stupid-ass boyfriend, Dave.
(VERY) Long story short, my dad go so pissed at my that he came up in my face with his clenched fist about two inches from my face, constantly telling my that he was going to punch my lights out and how he was afraid of going to jail or sending me to the hospital. I was being such an stubborn, ‘brave’ idiot that I kept telling him to do so and how it would be the very last thing that he would do.
the oh so literal fight ended up wth my dad trying to strangle me from behind for a moment or two and throw me from the counter where I was holding on … to when he lost hold for a second and I picked up a chair and held it over his head and threated (and was within about a millisecond) of “breaking it over his fucking head so we could see who would be the one needing the ambulance.” About two seconds later, Carolyn comes back in from outside and starts screaming for me to not do it and to put the chair down, while my dad still has his fists in the air … and for a moment I think he was about to hit Carolyn for some strange reason, so she backed away and didn’t say anything else. Then Dillon and his friend (who had been watching from upstairs) slowly try and pull me back away from my dad … and I honestly believe it was because they were more worried that I was actually going to bash him with it. I really should have … and it took all that I had inside of me not to … every ounce of anything good that I could think about in that very, very short period of time to allow myself to do it. Although to this day I’m not so sure that I did in fact make the right decision.

Today my mom and I finally went to go and pick up the rest of my stuff from my dad’s house and to have “the final talk” with him at about 6pm. We talked and yelled and he miracullusly managed to get the story wrong, time and time again. So at the very end of our two hour “goodbye,” he decided that it would be appropriate to ask me for an apology for what had happened that day two weeks ago. I had already warned my mom what I was going to say if he brought up me “owing him an apology.” Let’s just say it didn’t end well, for either one of us.
But when I got and sat in the car while my mom and dad were on the phone changing the reservations for the orientation at TTU for this Thursday and Friday from his name to her name … God at least allowed me one pleasure:

and here is my phone in the mirro with a very faint appearance of a cloud to the left of it with a smiley-face:


(and NO i did not do that in Paint or anything like that :P … it truly was God’s work!)

Needless to say, I’m back living with my mom again. That night wasn’t so sure where I was going to be able to stay … if my mom didn’t allow me to come back, I had already made sure that I could have at least spent the night at Julie’s house. And to make things even better … I had to go to work for 9 hours the next day … and of course I didn’t sell absolutely anything but a friggin’ printer.

Besides that my summer has consisted of working about two-thirds of the time and spending most of the rest with my dearest Julie. Without her (yet again) I would never be able to make through all of this shit that keeps coming up in my life. From the bottom of my heart Julie, I would love you forever just for that. You’ve kept me alive and somewhat sane for the past 8 months while all this crap has been going on. I really don’t know where I would be without you, I really don’t.

I’m now working Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. And for all you slow-bodies out there, that means the only days that I have off and am free to do stuff (because I work from 1-10pm everyday but Sunday, which is 1-7pm) is Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.

Julie and I went the the StarDust Drive-In last night. It was really fun, minus the fact that we got the way too early!!! The website said to get there when the ticket booth opens to ensure a good parking place … so we did … which was 6:30pm. Now this drive-in is a double feature for $6 a person. The movies don’t start until they consider it dark enough … and wouldn’t you know that that was just a few minutes before 9PM!!! I mean, it wasn’t all bad. It felt really nice outside … and since it’s in Watertown that meant that there weren’t any loud, obnoxious distractions nearby during that time … which left us some wonderful time just to sit there and talk. We had the choice of seeing either Cars and The Wild or The Davinci Code and X-Men 3. We chose the second one for two reasons: we really didn’t want to see The Wild and we really wanted to see X-Men 3. Neither one of really wanted to see The Davinci Code at all, obviously because it goes against everything that we have been brought up to believe and it just goes around teaching stupid theories to everybody which makes them think that they are intelligent and that they can go around mocking Christianity in its entirety. Other than that, it was wonderful :P
Because the movies started so late, X-Men didn’t finish until about 1:15am or so. And then I had to take Julie home … and then I had to drive home. Which left me getting to bed sometime around 2:30am. Needless to say, I didn’t get up today until 1pm ;)

By the way … it’s sleepy time!

Adios all and best wishes,
-Josh