Hmm to explain my trip home would be and interesting story. I can give you the short run by saying I visited family, friends and worked. Or I could give you the long run by explaining how I never realized how much I hate Logansport, every one's changed, all I've done is fight with family, works worst then normal, and the highlight of my week is that I'm going to my dads tonight.
At first when I drove into Logansport I was so happy to be home and I was excited to see my friends and family. I didn't even go home, I went straight to my moms work to say hi. As soon as I got out and saw her she started to yell at me, figures. Then I went to my grandmas where I got lectured, cant say I'm not surprised. Later that night when I got home, I had no bed and someone was already on the couch. I slept on the fucking floor.
I guess my room now is used as the family storage, cool. On top of that my mom informed me that Andrew is coming home on the 9 of January and the bastard gets to stay in my room. I'm glad she told me. Now I have time to get all my shit out of there.
Oh and I'm royally pissed at the fact that I'm pretty sure my mom got rid of my jacket. That's just great, that's the only one I fucking have!
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