I Value Peace And Quiet

It's a little after 2 and I'm just getting out of bed. I've actually been awake for a while now but I spent the last few hours rolling around in bed just out of spite towards I'm not sure who. My father is such an obnoxious prick. He's been harassing Morgan and Lajon from Sevendust for weeks now so that he could get on the guest list for their show on Sunday and this morning Morgan answered his phone. So he talked as loud and excitedly as he possibly could and went as far as opening my door and walking in my bedroom to talk to him just to prove a point that he was really on the phone with him. He acts like talking to somebody cool on the phone is the equivalent of hitting the lottery. I don't frankly give a fuck if he talked to him or not because all he does is tarnish by reputation by association with him. But I was particularly perturbed by him saying "yeah, his fat ass is still in bed" because it's apparent that he hasn't taken the time to look at himself in the mirror lately. He just talks down to other people without realizing he still has the beer gut of a homeless Santa Claus. But whatever, I'm counting down the days until freedom. I wanted to go visit my mom today and tomorrow since she's in West Palm Beach but I think that he will entirely trash the house out of spite while I'm gone so I need to just make it a one day trip tomorrow. It really blows that it has to be that way. I'm not allowed to see my other parent without guilt and shame because he feels like he's the perfect model for a parent. I guess I'm going to do my daily crossword now because I'm tired of ranting about this shit in here. I originally got this blog to rant about anything and everything but it seems like he has overran my brain with bullshit.