Help me.

I'm about to snap. I'm sorry, but I have got to rant to someone impartial to all this. Django is (again) right: we need a dark sewer to put really depressing shit like this thread.

I'm stressed-out about my impending move to another state to go to school. I'm gonna be away from all I know for over a year with only three weeks for Christmas. School is enough to be stressed about, plus homesickness, etc.

My brother (who, just for kicks I'll just throw in, is on serious probation for holding his girlfriend's, oops, I mean, EX-girlfriend's dad hostage at gun-point) has found out that my bleach-blonde trailer-queen sister and her bible-thumpin' upright husband are smoking crack.

Her oldest son (7) can live with his dad (sis's first husband). Her second oldest son (4) can live with his grandma (not my ma). Her twin sons (2) can live with my mom (a part-time student and a waitress at Ryan's who's eeking out a living as best she can), which means mom'll have to more careful about where she smokes her pot.

My dad's completely ignoring my high-schooler brother, instead, focusing his time and money on internet fiancees (and we're up to number FOUR, ladies and gentlemen!). Dad comes home from work, shuts the door and that's it. He doesn't even talk to my brother anymore. Dad owns his own buisness, which is convinient for him, but allows him to take sick days whenever he wants (spent all-day in chat rooms), which are often (due to diabetes that he won't even try to fight; can't be bothered to take some fucking pills every morning), so he's losing serious money over all this.

High schooler brother is getting a bit far on the drug scene himself, I hear.

Stepdad is going senile.

Stepbrother and his wife are losing their unborn baby (which would be their first child).

Visiting grandparents next week 'cause I don't think they're gonna make it through next year...

Am I leaving anything out...?

I bought my first dvd: THE THING (for $10, used). All I need now is a dvd player and everything'll be ok.

As for the topic of this thread: Someone please hug me.

Thanks, Blofeld.

Nothing's been done about my sister's situation. Most likely chain of events: word gets out to the right person, person tells cops, cops take kids, kids go to relatives. If not, they get to grow up in a crack house. No, not even a crack house. A crack trailer. Now, you tell me: Which is worse?

Funny thing: My mom was so high and I was so angry, she cut my hair like Travis Bickle. NO SHIT. With my weight, I look more like Raging Bull meets Taxi Driver, though.

You postin' at me? Are you postin' at me?

Orlando, Florida. How's that?

This was certainly nice to wake up to. Thanks a lot, guys. This, teamed with my new Titus soundtrack will help ease any pains caused by my wannabe-a-Jerry-Springer-guest family members.

You're right. You're all right. I've just gotta cut off from everybody when I go, and that's hard. Not just because it's cutting off, but because that's a reoccuring theme in my family (gee, I wonder why). Dad bolted for Fort Payne, Mom for Gadsden, and now me for Orlando. I just don't like tradition very much, I guess.

I'll be on internet periodically (I just can't give you guys up), so I'll be seeing my folks whether I want to or not (to ask for money). Funny thing: When my dad was my age, he wanted to go to an art school (not unlike what I'm after, just for me, it's film). So he left for Arizona (where the school was at), got into trouble with drugs, and had to use his money for school to get out of said trouble. That was it for him. No more school. That was hidden knowledge from me until recently, and I think that may have been why dad's always been unsupportive of me going to film school. Now that I've said "Fuck You, I'll Do It Without You" to everyone though and done it, I think he's coming around. He's got no choice.

And yeah, dysfunctional or not, I'll miss em. I've got an idea for a t-shirt, though: "My mother was really high when she gave me this haircut."

Thanks a lot. I feel the warmth. I got up this morning and felt ok until I got into the shower. My nerves caught up with me about everything and I just started dry heaving. Which is worse: heaving with or without?

Spent about thirty minutes at the arcade raising my esteem by playing Silent Scope. Got first place so my nerves aren't so bad, eh?

I'm gonna be in Winter Park, but it's really all the same, isn't it? Can't wait ta' meet ya, Proxy. The Crystal Lich is also in Florida if I'm not mistaken...

[This message has been edited by DJEvil (edited 03-06-2001).]

Thanks again, Eddie.

And no, not Rollins, but a magical land called, "Full Sail." I didn't say college.