Cecil complained about Dad on the radio again. I don't know how Dad has survived this long to be honest. I think we'll all be better off when he's stuck in the abandoned mine shaft with nothing but his fellow conspiracy theorists and HBO. A little Game of Thrones would probably be good for him.
There was a Boy Scout meeting today. We started learning more about the Hooded Figures, but then the troop leader suddenly vaporized. For the rest of the meeting we watched George Holmes make a miniature model of his family's bloodstones.
I decided I'd try to make a model of our family's bloodstones. I could keep it in my room with the real ones.
Maybe I could do a chant tonight and just make a model. But no. I'd need at least one more person, and Dad doesn't want to chant anymore. Every morning I have to do our chants by myself, quietly, so he doesn't hear. When he dug up the bloodstones I had to sneak them all up to my room. I dropped one on accident, so it's a little chipped, but it doesn't seem to have any ill effects on the chants or anything.
Or if it has, I hope they've all been directed at Desert Bluffs.
Anyway. school starts tomorrow, if the school is open. It's been on and off lately, since the teachers are apparently just blinking in and out of existence in the time signature of 12/8. But at least the band has been able to finally learn it.
Matt walked too close to the Dog Park yesterday, so he looks a little transparent. He says he only did it because he hoped he would grow a tentacle, but really all it did was turn him into a sort of ghost thing.
I'm keeping an eye out for a new best friend.
Dad just came home, cursing Cecil and the City Council. I think because he got 10 stamps, he's allowed to use those kinds of words around the house, and apply them to the City Council and to pillars of the community like Cecil. But I still don't like them very much, so I like to crawl into the bloodstone circle in my room and pretend I don't hear them. I imagine Cecil talking about pizza and rain and lights over Arby's so I don't have to hear my dad shouting. All I really want is to have a normal family. I don't know why I can't.