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uh, it hasn't been a very happy day in elf-land, or, more specifically, the janic household.
i made the strategic mistake of mentioning something i assumed vit already knew: that i plan to move out when i turn 18. of course, he "didn't hear" me when i first told him a few months ago. then he got all mad and sad.
i don't see why he's got his nickers in a twist, whenever he's mad at me he tells me he's gonna make me leave. but, you see, the problem is now i have no choice. i have to be gone the day of, and if i'm not, he'll likley throw me out. once again, i've got myself in a mess.

vit: so how will you support yourself?
me: i think i'll take the advice you so often gave me, and go on welfare.
vit: (laugh)
me: well, i could always go into prostitution.
vit: yeah. hold on a minute (leaves, returns with belt). so yolu want to move out, eh?
me: oh dad, can't that waight until i'm done cooking here?
vit: no, it really can't.

he's been all weird. he's actually taken all the change out of the little dish in the kitchen because he no longer wants to "invest in me." jesus christ, the LOOSE CHANGE! ::: slaps self ::: how do i get myself into these situations? when will i learn: just tell him nothing! nothing at all! nothing good, nothing bad, no plans, no news. only if you need to ask permission. damn damn damn...

he asked me if things are really so bad that i want to leave. i said "yeah. well, you're not exactly working towards family cohesion. you intentionally do things to annoy me. i mean, you come in and tell me 'god you're fat!' how does that help anything?" he of course is offended by this, and tells me i'm fat.

well, on the plus side, as of january 18 i won't be complaining about him.
hm... he always said he'd pay my university fees. will he still? sp much crap...