Gravity is reduced by a factor of 4.

Well, the morning started off on rather a hysterical note. Rob, knowing that he had to get up in the morning for work, set his alarm for 8 AM. At 11 AM, Blockbuster called. Rob overslept, and to my knowledge, the alarm never went off, making him late for work. He ran out of here so fast...(snicker) I, on the other hand, got out of bed near 12. After a slight bit of lazing around, I tore my room apart, cleaning much shit that I brought home with me from NP--basically, my entire second semester's coursework. When I left NP, I didn't bother throwing away all the papers and stuff...so I found most of my old work, even some of my first semester's work. All of it, with the exception of my Composition I and II work got chucked. I did my packing and cleaning for 4 hours, and spent some of that sneezing and blowing my nose, due to myself awakening the dormant dust accruing on the stuff. Much of the stuff I brought with me to NP: all my books, my stereo, and some of my clothes, will be staying home. Why? Practicality. Besides, I don't know how big the rooms are yet. However, what is coming with me:

--Clothes
--Bedsheets, blankets, etc.
--Toiletries
--School supplies
--Laptop
--Playstation 2, GameCube, and all games for said systems
--TV
--Bike

So, I had nice alone time. Rob came home in the evening, and so, I resumed some packing, only to start flipping out--I was missing my Palm, my USB memory stick (which contains ALL of my important info), and Bob's camera. For an hour, I was going nuts...then Rob found them...inside a chair, which opens up to reveal a storage space. I forgot that Rob had moved them. With that crisis settled, onto better things. Rob and I walked to the ice cream place, Smitty's, for some good homemade ice cream. Probably the last time I'll have it this summer. Tomorrow, the last of the packing, and then, Saturday morning, I am off to North Adams, and with any luck, I'll stay there.

2 weeks until the first visit to NP, and it looks like it's gonna be Wyatt's love of beautiful polygons vs. April and the Imaginary Attack Vampire. Hmm...this could be an interesting weekend.

And none of you figured out my LJ title from yesterday.

Tiny rant of the evening: I've seen all types of error messages on computers, but this one takes the cake. I installed AOL 9.0 tonight, but when I downloaded it, I got this:

"We have scanned your computer and determined that your computer does not meet the minimum requirements to run AOL 9.0 Optimized. AOL 9.0 Optimized requires 64 MB of RAM. You have 96 MB of RAM."

Don't think about that one too much...you may get an aneurism. After a second attempt, it installed, so, yay.

Nighty night, all.

Your throne is the one danger zone.

So Sarah snagged my LJ title first. (sticks tongue out)

Not much in the way of sleeping in today...after going to bed at 3:30 AM. Going back into my house was interesting. I was on my cell with Sarah, talking to her in the van. Rob was out with Novi, and when he returned, he thought I was sleeping (since all lights were out in the basement) and so, he locked the basement door. This left me with going in the rather loud, squeaky front door (which sounds SOOOOOOOOOOOO much louder in total silence). Hope I didn't wake anyone...

However, there wasn't any sleeping in for me today, for sure enough, Rob opened the day with his music around 10. Now I was pissed, and I told Rob, "you know, every time you slept in, I hardly made a sound. Why do you blare your music when I sleep in?"
His reply: "I only have a short time before going to work, and do what I need to do for the day, so I want to listen to my music."

Me: "Well, I only had an hour and a half before I went to work. I didn't blare my music or even turn on the basement light." He shrugged, and that was that.

Get ready, kiddies. Time to get into my head. Keep in mind, I'm not pissed; just letting you know what I've been carrying for the last couple of weeks...

So, this house is becoming more and more of a sanitarium every day, as I come to find out. I noticed that everyone is starting to become slightly unhinged, Bob with his continuing look of annoyance, and everybody starting to get a little frustrated. Someone is going to blow up. Someone's going to go postal at this rate. We have Bob, who has been carrying a personal vendetta against my cousin Jim for something he did to my sister Heather...2 weeks ago, which in turn, is getting flack from uncle David, who isn't liking Bob's treatment of his son, which in turn is getting aunt Matilda annoyed at Bob, which in turn...wait, this gets better...which in turn, Bob has Rob and I under his scrutiny, making sure we don't "befriend" Jim, which in turn causes Rob and I to negate Bob's way of thinking, which then in turn, causes more suspicion that Jim could be "in cahoots" with Rob and I, which then causes my grandmother to start stepping in, which causes my mom to try to calm Bob down, which does nothing, which then in turn...I'm not done yet...

The situation continues: my cousin Sarah, 18 years old, finally got her first paying job working with my mom at T. J. Maxx. 'Bout damn time she got her ass into gear and try not to be such an economic drain. However, for convenience, Sarah works the same hours as Mom (7 AM to usually 2 or 3 PM). Today, Sarah absolutely refused to get up, go to work, and she starting throwing a fit because she didn't want to be up that early. And when my mom tried to tell her to be responsible, Sarah ran to her mom, aunt Matilda. Matilda then got annoyed at my mom, which then in turn, got Bob to get even more angry, which then in turn, caused Mom to take a day off work, which then causes everyone else to be frustrated, including myself. I took the initative MYSELF to get a job at 15 years old, working at McD from 7 AM to 3 PM every Saturday and Sunday. I never complained, threw any fits, or anything like that. Sarah was practically forced to get a job, with pressure from everyone. My own sister Heather, 14 years old, is dying to get a job. She really, really wants to go to work. I tell you, my own sister has a much higher maturity level than Jim, Mikey, Sarah, and Lisa combined. When a 14-year old has more brains and responsibility than the combined ages of the 11, 12, 16, and 18 year old children, someone's doing something right.

Rob declared something to me: he's leaving Blockbuster for a higher-paying job. He starts his work as a plumber on the 7th, which he'll be making $10 an hour to start. He plans on saving money, and eventually move out of here. Can't say I blame him. I feel the same way, too. Come this summer (if I actually stay at North Adams), I probably will not want to live in this house. I'm not going to want to subject myself to another 3 months of total lunacy. It really all boils down to a simple problem:

There are way too many people in this house. When you have 12 people in a house not designed for it, it won't be long before the tension level accelerates. To put it simply: I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. I love my family, but if I stay here, I'll end up snapping eventually. My stepdad (among others in my family) don't like the fact that I spend most of my free time down here in the basement. Sorry, guys...there's too much utter crap going on upstairs that I don't want to be privy to. Last thing I need is to get caught up in petty squabbles, grudges, vendettas, appeasements, and collected swill. I hate confrontation, and so I spend my free time down here. Amazing that I haven't become an addict yet.

I can't wait until that van drives away and leaves me in North Adams. It's just hours away now.