Ever have one of those days where you don't care what the fuck is going on or you can do anything whenever. Yeah, today was like that... until I called my dad to see if they where going to be gone all night...
I woke up early (earlier then normal) around eight, and thought Dad should be around. About twenty minutes of mindless game play I decide to go talk to Dad to see when they would be leaving. I get up the stairs and to my joy (or something) both of the parents' cars are missing. Instantly I get the urge to clean off my bookshelf and throw it onto the bonfire to late be burned. I couldn't help but think that if someone where around I wouldn't be doing anything that would be productive. I mean yeah, I would get to it someday whether they are in the house or not, but I had this urge to do it then. I had found it kind of weird but then again I remember that other people have this urge too, so I ignored it and went about my way. (I did find it humorous.) I cleaned it off and had dragged it out into the hallway, outside my door, and thought to myself I can't just throw it onto the bonfire without hearing about it later. So I called my dad and sure enough he would have me wait. Yay... After about two hours they get back and sort of prepare to leave. I mentioned getting food from the grocery store so I wouldn't starve to death while they were gone. Mom then went into town to get it (yay) and I talked to Dad about what they would be doing the rest of the day, actually just about whether or not they would be coming home that night. He more or less gave me a "we may do this or this" and didn't say much more. I had thought of it as more of a "we will do this, see you later" but so much for that. Eventually they left and I was allowed to spend time in bliss, after I was done cleaning. I watched "Jumpers," played a shit load of FFX-2, ate food, and drank only one Mountain Dew. After I had freed up my computer from the movie I logged on to the internet so I wouldn't have to deal with bastards trying to call the parents or just fucktards period. Around five I called Dad to see if they would be returning home that night. He gave me a "wait until eight to find out," and I then hung up. Around nine, I called him again (he was supposed to call me, too) and he went on about the thought of returning home... Which killed my mood... *sigh*
I don't get how them being miles away can make me happier then if they are just in Loogootee. I also don't get how I can relax more when no one is here (whether awake, asleep, or doing nothing) then when they are... It's just so nice and quiet. All the noises that are made are made by me and for some reason it bugs me when their are others in the house making noises... This sucks.