How silly,

Yesterday, I returned from bandcamp to discover that my computer has yet ANOTHER virus. This time it wouldn't let me go to any websites except for yahoo.com. Lame, right?
The virus is still trying to kill my computer-I'm doing the virus scan thing right now and it says it's already found like 100 and somthin' virus's. Ohhh Heck Nawh! It's supposed to go ahead and murder the virus's as soon as it finds them though, So i'm crossing my fingers that when the scan is over my computer will be back to its lovely self again.

Anyways, but now it's letting me go to websites which is super amazing. AND blogger is showing all the people I follow again!
Hallelujah!

Things with dad--
After I posted that one blog about being scared because I didn't know where he was and I thought he would make me leave the house and whatnot...He called.
He asked me how I was and if I was home and safe, I was like "yeah, I'm home and healthy". Then he said "okay, i'll be home in a lil' bit then" and hung up.
Which was a REALLY good sign that he was going to let me stay. It meant the world to me that he cared enough to make sure that I was home and safe.
When he got home he gave me a hug, and he didn't talk about what had happened the day before at all. And yes, I do hate when people ignore things and act like nothing happened...but on this one occasion I didn't care. It was better for him to just go on without saying anything about it then to try and explain things. That would have just made us both more emotional then necessary.
About ten minutes after he came home my oldest brother called and talked to dad for about an hour. He seemed super happy on the phone, and after he hung up I discovered it was because my brother is now going to be the head pastor at the church he had been preaching at.
This made my dad extremely happy, which was good because I was scared that he would end up getting mad about something and exploding again. But he was so happy about the news that I didn't think anything could upset him too much...And nothing did.

Anyways, so that's what happened.
My dad hasn't yelled at me ANY since the incident on Sunday night. I wonder if it's just because he feels bad about it all or somthing...
I still don't know why he exploded, maybe he was just having a bad day. Or maybe he thought I should spend more time with him, instead of spending all my time with friends...And it caused him to do that?
Eh, but I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. Things are okay again so I'm just gonna try to enjoy them while they're like this.

THE END