I made this blog to vent

So here it is. Last night it was my dads birthday and he got drunk.

I know that doesn't sound eventful, but it became so after a while. I was dead sober because I had a bad cold and had to take medication for it - I hadn't even wanted to go that night but I did because I thought he'd be upset if I didn't. Not the case - he didn't talk to me all night except to thrust the camera into my hands to take photos of him when the cake came out.

Fine with me. I spent the night talking to the Balinese people at the party, practicing my Bahasa and making friends. I was only interupted when a friend of a girlfriend of dads continually came over to be condescending to the family - did I mention they were incredibly broke and over 30 people lived in the one plot of land? Well, this bitch continually spoke about how she wrote a book, was a clothing designer, and a wedding organizer. She spoke a lot. Then she pulled out her digital camera to show them dozens of photos of her house and her children. God she went on and on and on.

Then there was another woman who, upon meeting this family she had NEVER MET BEFORE, decided to diagnose one of the children with ADD and Aspergers after one look at their child, considering herself an expert because her child had those conditions. She spoke to many of the childs relatives about it, including the childs father and told them to Google the symptoms. Oh wait, they don't have a computer. Nice.

So anyway. Dad is incredibly drunk, and when he gets drunk he gets vulgar and overly sexual and not a cool person for his daughter to be around. I decided he was going to sleep on the couch that night, and I'd have the bedroom to myself. I just didn't want to deal with it.

Dad drunkenly exclaimed several times he was sleeping in the bedroom, and even invited one of his friends to sleep on the couch. GREAT. I decided I'd sleep at another friends hotel, since they had a spare bed. Dad yelled at me that she didn't want me. Fucking sweet.

Finally, I decided to get my own hotel room across the street from Dads hotel. Not a big dilemna. I did have to ask my friend to pay for it since I didn't have any cash or credit cards. She then decided to stay the night with me there (why didn't I just stay in her hotel then like the original plan? I have no idea). Whatever.

The next morning I woke up early to dad shaking me and yelling at me. THE BITCH TOLD HIM WHERE I WAS. He grabbed my arm and told me to walk in front of him and that he was taking me back to the hotel. I'm no longer allowed to leave the house without him and he thinks I'm faking being sick.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Okay. Hello.

This is my new blog. It's not about make-up or weight loss or anything really interesting.

This is just my space to rant and be angry, because I think it's kind of starting to annoy the people on my Facebook when I post emotional rants.

So, if you want to read it, that's okay. If not, that's fine too. But if I keep all this inside me I am going to screeeeeeeeeeeeeeam.