Hello my friends and...strange passerbyers.....?

So, this is my first Journal entry and what do I want to say? Well--first off. WELCOME-WELCOME-WELCOME to my Realm of insanity--you can get in without retaining a fee! :: sings in a catchy-jingle style to which many of the audience disappears one by one by one and then by twos. ::

Well, to start off lets hear a favorite past time when it comes to complaining: Telemarketers. First off, I understand it's their job and all but asking me to get up out of my comfortable bed when I was *clearly* half dead and look for my 'mommy' or 'daddy' is just not cool. I was sleeeeping. It would be understandable if it was a friend calling but a telemarketer? If you aren't going to listen to me complain for two hours about my home life and then still make me laugh in the end--you aren't allowed to wake me up from a comfortable dream! Jerks..And then sometimes...you get those persistent fellows. I was once so annoyed with a telemarketer that I lied to him but the sad thing was? He saw right through it so...I hung up on him. One day..One day...I will make those pesky telemarketers listen to me complain. Oh yes, I will.

It's not that I don't respect that they are working at a difficult job. I understand that with a great amount of sympathy but..no means no. It's funny how they even manage to ignore a 'no callers list' and still call anyway. Whats the purpose of having one if it isn't going to be used.

Alright....on to our next topic at hand: Family.

It's a lovely topic that always gets breached when people are annoyed. Who is my complaint going to? Well...my mother. Today let's focus on Brit's mom. It's understandable that she might be grouchy because she works very long shifts but she rules the house with an iron fist that promises little understanding and zero compassion. Fern, as we will call her, as a nature of appearing cold and uncaring--but will break this facade every sunday because she wants me to leave the house and do what she wants. It's typical that this involves going to the mall and shopping for clothes. I've tried many a thing to breach a large gap that has fallen over the years but it's in vain and I find myself hiding away in my room.

The thing is: Any time I get close enough to her to feel comfortable about talking my problems out, she either yells at me or stores her bit of information away to use against me when I'm upset. Ever try arguing with your mother and your father comes running in her defense--even when she's dead wrong? Well..that's the story of my life and it can even end with physicality sometimes.

So..Today, I tried to get her to watch a show with me because I'm always watching what she wants or doing what she wants. It didn't turn out well so I tried watching the news with her. If I didn't get yelled at for wanting to spend time with her watching an anime, then I got yelled at for bothering her. Inevitably she went online and I went into my room. I started reading and finished the Subtle Knife. I also managed to play a bit of Final Fantasy XII before passing out.

Then...the phone rang numerous times and once--it was Travis. For those of you who are new to this journal...Travis is the Supreme Dirtbag of Planet Richard. Anyways, apparently his job sucks as usually and he got to leave early today for whatever reason.

So...we've covered two of the family members. #1. The Irritable Fern. #2. The Supreme Dirtbag Alien. There's not a lot to say about my dad and he's not cold enough to deserve an angry banter about him. Sure, he yells at you when you cry but he's the lesser of two evils.

So..that leads me to one conclusion: The best being in this house is my cat. Her name is Patches, for those of you who don't know...though I don't know why you'd be reading this, and she's very sweet.

Anyhoo--I'm still debating on whether I want this to be a fully ooc journal or whether I'd like to have journals for my characters or maybe just have a silly little dialogue skit everyday. I need to work on my ability to do those because my friends kick my butt at it.

Well, that's all there is to tell for now since I kinda eat up daylight time by sleeping and my life is fairly uneventful.

Talk to you soon,
-Brit.