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Oh goody goody gumdrops, the route I'm heading in is leading straight to the boot camp my sister went to -sighs- ARGH!

Lol, isn't it odd how just like that -snaps fingers- your parents can stop trusting you? Yap, break into their room two times, once to get a lap top and the second time to turn off a cellular device, and they stop trusting you. See, I didn't touch anything but the cell phone and my laptop, which shouldn't have been taken away from me in the first place, and they stop trusting me. My father said, and I quote "HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF, WHEN YOU WERE GONE, I WENT INTO YOUR ******** ROOM AND TOOK ALL OF YOUR THINGS OUT OF YOUR DRAWERS AND THREW THEM ON THE GROUND, LOOKING THROUGH ALL OF YOUR s**t!!!?!?!?!!"
Now guys and gals, I have a question for you...did I dig through any of my dad's "s**t" as he so elegantly put it? No, I think not.

Before you judge me and say "OMJ SHE WENT INTO A ROOM THAT WAS LOOOCKED! How could she!?!?!" I want you to read my half of the story.

The first time I broke into his room I wanted on my laptop, as trivial of a reason as that is. I picked the lock with paper clips {mad skillz yo.} and I went into his room, got my laptop, and left. I touched nothing but my laptop, that is the only thing I grabbed. Well, that and my mom's cell phone charger, which he earlier gave me permission to use. Anyways, so I went by his bedroom door, plugged in my phone and my lap top and got onto it. He came home and caught me, so I told him what happened. Umm...yeah blah. That's what happened the first time.

The second time, just yesterday, was over a cell phone. My mom's new phone {which is really 1 year old...} has an alarm on it already and it kept going off. I was in my bed, just above their bedroom, trying to sleep and ever five minutes it went "RING RING RING!!!" really loud...so loud, in fact, that I couldn't even think straight. So, of course, out of an angry rage I went downstairs and picked his lock again, opening the door and turning off the alarm then putting her phone on vibrate so that I could sleep.

Now I ask you folks, was doing that so bad? I think not. Of course, I can understand my dad's rage at the fact that I picked his lock and intruded his space...that's perfectly understandable. Obviously, he doesn't want me touching his stuff...and obviously, all though the evidence clearly shows all I touched was what I went in to get and told him I wanted to get before I did it, he doesn't believe me. He has probably already dis-owned me, oh wait, he did that previously.

Anyways, so he won't shut up about the fact that I broke into his room. I accidentally broke his door from picking the lock twice and now he's pissed beyond all belief. Wanna know what he said to me when he found out...yeah...me too. You see, it was so freaking bad and profane that I blocked it out of my memory already, all I can remember is my father calling me a ******** and telling me to ******** off, all of the other words I've forgotten already. Hehe, he also punched the door so hard that it shook...it was against the wall when he did that. Ya' see folks, that coulda' been my face, yeah, you read right, it could have been my face.

-sighs- So my parents are both dissapointed in me, but I don't really care. My dad's trying to rub in my face that he doesn't trust me, and it helps a lot that I'm pretending it doesn't bother me one bit...and in all actuality, it sort of doesn't. Have any of you ever noticed what it feels like to go all numb like sometimes...and how when you go numb, it's a lovely feeling...like somebody's saving you from some sort of a torture...well...that's what it's like for me living in this house with an angry father. Yeah, he's angry. -chuckles- He said "I'LL CALL YOU HAYLEIGH JR." to me today, and I nodded and told him "okay fine, I don't care. Actually, I sort of like that thought." she's done nothing wrong.

Anyways, the point is that my dad doesn't trust me anymore and I feel like a stranger living in my own home...wait...that's how it's been since I was 6 years old -chuckles- of course. Anyways, I went into things I shouldn't have in this entry, it was only for letting out my emotions on the matter at hand, no going into the past fella's, kay? Yeah...blah...umm..

On a happier note, I've got a six day weekend because I haven't been to school since Tuesday, YAAY!!! Heehee, is fun is it not? Yes, yes it is! Lol, thank you Loki -he is my friend- >.> Lol, yer just jealous >.<