The Weekend.

Wow. I don't even know where or how to start on this roller coaster of a weekend. I think it's weird how some people compare things to a roller coaster, especially when they compare it to something mostly good. I mean roller coasters are supposed to be fun and exciting. I don't know. Just saying.

Anyway... there were a lot of good's and bad's and scary's of my weekend. There was Friday... had a slight mental breakdown, but I blame the lack of sleep. Saturday [yesterday] I didn't go to Tolo, but we made other plans. So during the day there was a lot of TV watching, HW, and computer games going on before the fight/party. Patrek came over and met a very small portion of my family and my mother. We went and picked up Nikki & Deveon... went to Maddie's. Then Maddie, Nikki, Patrek, Deveon, Danny, Brian, and I all went bowling down at Kent Bowl. It was fun and I'm a lot better at bowling than I thought I was. Oh! And we found ducks! And fed them! And named them Poncho&Henry. Hahaha. After that we went to Little Caesars, grabbed us some food, and went over to Maddie's and just chilled.

We went home at around 11pm. When I got home the fight was over, but the fam was, as I expected, drinking and playing poker. Pacman won... of course. Haha. And the poker game was f*kkin' intense. It was a $600 pot... and they were playing from before 11pm last night until 1:30pm today... I mean DAMNNNN. Haha. I stayed up til 2am. Then woke up in my bedroom around 5am to the scariest thing ever. I don't know why my mom decided to do that to her in my room of all places. I could still hear everyone outside playing poker and shizz. It was dark, so I don't know if my mom forgot I was sleeping or didn't expect me to be up or what. I heard the belt and I could hear her crying. I almost started crying. I didn't know who to be pissed off at more. My mother for hitting her like that or her for being stupid enough to be throwing a fit like that. I was scared because there was a series of noises. First the smacking of the belt, then her scream, then telling her to shut up. It seems like it only gets worse everytime she throws a fit. I don't know how to handle it. I don't know. Sometimes I get really scared and worried though and last night/this morning was pretty bad... I don't know what to do. I saw the bruises on her legs when we went and ate soup today...

Now I'm sitting in my room working on my English homework and scholarship essays. Way to end a weekend... They're playing it off like nothing happened last night... what else can I do.