I didn't feel like going to Aikido, because I was kind of tired from laying around all day, and my mom FREAKED. She threatened to ban me from going to Aikido ever again, tell my Dad I refused to continue to attend Aikido (which would be a blatant, ugly LIE), NEVER give back my computer (I still have two birthday presents and a Christmas present that require my computer, two of which I haven't even had a chance to use yet), and take away ALL MY DRAWING STUFF (which is kind of like a. you can't monitor what I'm doing at school and pencil, paper, and eraser are all school necessities as well as drawing tools and b. since basically all I need is a writing utensil, some kind of paper, and a flat surface, are you going to hide all of that in the house? Heck, I could doodle in the margins of her magazines if I got desperate.).

Let's recap what I haven't posted:
In November, I got mad because I didn't want to do something and SHE escalated it into this huge deal which ended up with her stealing all my drawing books, most of my manga, and a ton of other books as well as my computer whilst I, in an incredibly stupid bright idea of mine, ended up stuck on the roof. (And SHE claimed it was because I escalated it.) Yeah...
She also called my Dad, who was going to be delivering my hundred bucks in birthday money from my Grandmother that day, and told him not to bring it. I still haven't gotten it. And when my Grandma called to see what I'd spent it on, I told her, "I haven't yet." I also had to thank her for money I never got. I couldn't bring myself to tell her I've never seen a cent of it.
I've been slowly stealing most of the books back, and she missed my Bleach collection (which has grown since) the first time round, because it wasn't in my bookshelf or by my art books or on my desk, and recently she gave them back to me (though there was a bit of a communication problem when she gave me permission to take them, so I'm only actually moving them back to my room today).

Now, she claims the whole reason she got mad at me, was because she thinks that I NEED human contact, and that sitting around the house all day with nothing to do depresses me. (Which is doesn't: I have plenty to do and I like it just fine.) (Oh, she also claims that this time, it was my fault that it escalated, too, when really, she's the one who made a whole big deal out of my optional activity.) It seems to me that she just pitches a fit whenever I don't exactly fit HER plan, and I turn out not to be exactly who she thinks I am.

Anywho she left me two things to entertain myself with: art and music. She has yet to attack the latter (thank god - who may or may not exist), and has threatened the former?????
It seems to me that she's purposefully trying to make my break depressing by being mad at me and taking away all the stuff I can do. Isn't that kind of... I don't know... backwards?
She doesn't want me to be depressed and have nothing to do, so she depresses me and tries to take away the stuff I can do?????

Needless to say, I slept with two pencils (one for each kind of lead), two things of lead (One H, One HB), two erasers (on clicky, one normal), and a clipboard with some paper under my pillow last night. All the rest of my drawing stuff, along with my Mp3 player and my favorite gum, has been stashed in a hopefully safe place. I feel kind of... paranoid. Last night I laid in the dark for at least an hour with no music or activity, with my own stink and my own hunger and my own terror, because I was afraid that if I left, even to go to the bathroom or to eat or to take a freakin' shower, for just a minute, I would come back and my stereo, or my art stuff, or my Bleach, or my art books, would be gone, and this time I wouldn't be able to find them. That's the environment I live in right now.

On a happier note, I'm like five away from 1,000 pageviews.
Oh, and Popsicle: I want an avvie!!!!