Home is overrated

Thanks for the support on my previous post - I don't even remember what I was going to write. I'm pretty sure most of it was covered in previous posts anyways (I hate myself, I don't understand people, why do I continue with life, etc).

I'm home for the weekend, at suggestion of my mother. She sent me an email the other day and was like "How about you come home for the weekend?", and being the person that I am, I of course was like "Sure." So, she came and got me today, and I got home around 8:30 or so. By 10:30, the pizza we had gotten was eaten, my mom and sister had gotten into a major fight, and my sister had left in anger, to go to the house she is housesitting at. Ugh. The fight was unnerving. I thought it was going to come to physical violence - my sister was really pissed, and kicking the excercise ball that my mom was holding rather violently. When my mom dropped that, my sis took a step towards her, which is when I moved between them, and was like "How about not." It was scary. That's the worst fight I've seen between the two of them so far. However, the end result was somewhat my fault - I made a comment to my mom that made her laugh, after my sister was like "Ok, I'm leaving" (still in an almost reasonable tone of voice). This caused my sister to totally loose it.


Family is great.

However, here is something that makes me happy-ish. Wish I could play tuba like that.

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