My parents' idea of discipline is...rather stupid.

You can probably infer that I went through some sort of punishment last night. I did. Well, in my parents' POV. Once again, my sister and I were locked out of the house in the wee hours of the night. This was my second time and Carol's fifth, if not sixth, time. The reason?

We were too loud.

My dad once told us, "Lights out and silence by 11." Okay. That was slightly understandable unless I had homework and whatnot. Last night, my sister and I were being a tad bit too loud for his taste. It was 10:55PM. He decided to go to bed early, so when he woke up to tell us to get our asses outside, he was obviously cranky.

So what did we do? We chilled and talked for about an hour. Then we had to surrender to our bladders. We both decided to stay over at our cousin's place (which, THANK GOD, was up the street) and just chill there. I didn't see us going back in any time in the near future 'cause both my parents went to bed. They left us outside wearing nothing but tank-ops and shorts. Oh, it was kinda chilly for a night in August. I'm somewhat amazed I didn't catch a cold.

We stayed at our cousin's for about 2 hours before my mom called. She was worried about us. When my cousin told me, I literally laughed out loud. If she was so worried about us, she would've let us in the second my dad fell asleep. My cousin asked me what was the point of my parents locking us out. I merely shrugged and she told me it was the stupidest punishment she's ever heard of. I second that.

Right now, it is a lovely Thursday evening. Both my parents are coming home late. How late? Sometime past 9PM, hopefully. After my dinner digests, I plan to shower and sleep before either one of them gets home. I'm not in the mood to face either one right now. My mom called over 10 times today. This afternoon. This is one of the main reasons why, when I stayed home, I told her I was out. If not, she'd be calling home every 20 minutes or so to annoy the shit out of whoever was home at the time.

And guess what she said over the phone? A long, repetitive lecture. And also, a list of chores to do. Chores, I'm fine with. Repeating yourself in every single call you make(which was a lot)? I would want to punch the poor unfortunate item closest to me. Which happened to be my desk. Let me tell you. It relieves the stress and anger momentarily (boy, does it feel good to let it out) but the stinging pain will be a bitch, depending on how hard you're punching.

Boy, you can tell I'm ranting. Look at how long this post is growing into. -__- And I wanted to make it short. Pfft. Oh, as you can see on the calendar: next Monday, I'm headed out to Massachusetts for my annual family vacation. That means a whole week with the family. Oh freaking joy. I can't wait. -dispose dripping sarcasm here-

Well, that wraps it up. I have my annual check-up tomorrow. It's early-ish in the morning, so I should go sleep. Before someone gets home. Good nights!

Edit: I started my Common App today. I registered for the SUNY website today too. I'm going to work on my Common App essay for Bing whenever I don't have internet. I wonder if I need a separate Common App essay for every school I'm applying to. Or if one would do for all? -shrug- I'll ask someone later on.

And I don't know

How I would ever go

All alone walking on my own.

Shot in the Dark; BTR

Looks like it's going to be a nice week, according to the forecast.

To update, I've been having some serious family issues. Makes me want to go to a SUNY even more. I can't stand the thought of staying with them for another 4 years or so. That's it. I won't go into detail with the issues/situation; seems pointless to.

So it's almost 11PM on a Monday night. Today was Week 1 Day 3 of my 6-week workout. It's going good so far. I find the push-ups a bit hard but I want to push myself so I'm not switching to the lower level. I did a total of 59 push-ups and 69 sit-ups for today. Rest day tomorrow. Oh, I'm also going all out for handball tomorrow. Don't know why, but I sort of feel like it. I'm going to push-myself this week since the weather's fine. And I got a haircut so my hair is a bit more manageable and hassle-free...sort of.

Another update: my cousin has a free pass to go to a local gym. When she came back from China, she told me that her doctor said she was unhealthy/unfit. Her friend can pull her into the plan she has at the local gym, including me. My cousin said she can come to me for these kinds of things, so I'm going to whip her into shape. Hey, free access to a gym. For someone like me, it's hard to refuse.

Volunteering...there isn't much to say about it. We're idle most of the time. I'll only mention it when something big/important happens, ya know? I think that should be about it. I'm trying to not be on my netbook as often 'cause my dad's being a bitch about it. And also, I need some self-control....psh yea right.

Okay it's 5 to 11PM and I'm feeling a bit sore. Time for bed? Yea, I think so. Let's start a countdown, shall we?

58 days until I'm officially a senior. Oh boy.

I'd put something sentimental here, but...meh. Maybe some other time. :P

My weekend summed up.

Sunday: Dorney Park and the Wild Water Kingdom with the family plus Kevin Lu and his mom. It was fun. I went on so many thrill rides. Actually, there was about 5ish of them but I went on each at least twice. Yea, I was dizzy afterwards. I had so many adrenaline rushes and I felt so tired...but it was great. We saw fireworks at 9:30PM from the parking lot. It was pretty. I took some pictures but I'll have to upload them some other time. My family's being...stupid now. As always.

Monday: Jones Beach with my family minus my mom and Kevin's mom only. The five of us...it was fun. Fun AND relaxing! Could I have asked for more? Oh, i got tan. Really tan. But it's still not even. -tear- If I were to repeat that afternoon, I would.

Tuesday: (today) It was so freaking hot. After volunteer, we stayed in Atlantic Mall and just walked around seeking AC places. Yea...we're wanderers. End of story.

I feel bad for the lack of a detailed update but I'm exhausted. I also can't spend too much time on Blogger updating due to some retards calling me for pointless chores. -rolls eyes-

I've never been so silent at home. I think it's better this way.

Terribly annoying stressful day.

Slept at 2AM. Dad woke me up at 8:30 just to tell me to do laundry. Before that, Mom woke me up at 6-7AM to tell me the same thing. I get up and out of bed and head for the bathroom. I couldn't even shit in peace-no joke. Afterwards I went downstairs to do the stupid laundry. Soon after, I went back to bed with my netbook. Only 10 minutes after I came back upstairs, he told me he was headed out for his doctor appointment. REALLY NOW? Annoying.

As if both parents ticking me off so early wasn't enough, my sister had to be a total bitch. AS ALWAYS. I think part, if not most, of the reason why I was so mad today was because I didn't have permission to go out. My day today was so pointless and unproductive. I'm feeling extremely lazy and tired too. Not good.

When my dad came home around 2PM, I had to go finish up the laundry. Or try. He continued to tick me off to no end, so I took a nap. I think I took a 2 hour nap, or something. Before I knew it, it was 5PM and I had to bring my brother to karate (or whatever the heck it's called). I just became conscious from my nap (I wouldn't call it waking up, really) and I didn't want to bring him. I told him to tell my sister to bring him and I'll pick him up. She comes upstairs, punches me while I'm asleep, bitches/yells something stupid, and storms off. I was so mad, I punched the wall. It sort of hurt, but it was nothing compared to the anger I felt.

As if that wasn't enough. OH YEA, there's more. My mom comes home, and I remembered that I had to add the fabric softener to the second load. My sister was down there the entire time, and I thought she would have enough common sense to add the fabric softener. Of course, she did not. I go down, prepared to hang up the load and all she says to me is, "You forgot to add the softener." She has the nerve to say it in that manner, as if the laundry is solely my responsibility. REALLY NOW? I cam back upstairs and complained a little to my mom about how stupid my sister was. My dad "just" woke up form his nap and he bitched at me for complaining like a bitch. Gah. I was so mad, I went to my room, crawled in bed and just cried.

Later on, it was time for dinner. I had to set up the table by myself, and I was hungry. I didn't give a damn 'cause my stomach was growling for food. After dinner, my dad had this form for me to fill out. It was some insurance thing and they wanted to clarify something or whatnot. I filled it out in frustration due to my parents' attitudes and forgot to white something out while throwing a slight tantrum. Slight tantrum and I get scolded. Thanks a lot.

I think after today, my life span just shortened by a good 10ish years, if not 5 at the least. Thanks, family. Thanks a lot.

Holding in anger? I'm pretty sure it's a big no-no.

But I do it anyways. Why? I have no freaking idea. Maybe it's to prevent any shit from starting in the family. Any serious shit. Yeah, I'm willing to take the beating, to take it all just so nothing messes us up for real. Today, I've been wondering why I'm still doing it. It hurts, it actually hurts now.

Today, I've had it with them. They've never annoyed/pissed me off this much. I feel like punching something. A pillow won't do; I've tried. It doesn't give me a release from this. I've actually cried from it to let it out. It's helped a bit, but barely.

I'll probably punch a wall next. I don't care if I hurt myself. I'm not strong enough to break my own hand. If my sister does something unbelievably stupid to tick me off further, I will punch her. Right in the face.

Okay, that was part of today's rant. Time to go do laundry.