Well, my second year on the dA has been passed by yesterday. But, why am I writing the journal today?

Because my net connection's cancelled... ADSL bills expense kept increasing, and parents were saying that I am the responsible one for that high bills... But I've got prooves. Also mother said that the bank or the dsl vendor's the responsible.

Whatever, now I am writing from a net café. I want to upload next wips of two of my works, but I couldn't find any working scanner in the area... Today must be a day from hell.

I went to downtown this morning, to buy a folder holder, an eraser and a movie vcd/dvd. I did all of that, and returned back to home. I prepared dvd player, the film was "hitman". Well my father went to the downtown, I was watching the film, and he came after half an hour later. He sat near me, and ruined my brain cells by criticising the film. He always does this! While I watching an action film, he just comes and says "what is this? so nonsense dialogs, acts..."... ... ...

I was more happier while I was living at my hometown without my parents... I don't want to be far away from them, but... I can't talk with them. I can't discuss! I hope "angry parents, hopeless child" image doesn't flash in your mind.

Dad doesn't want to listen to me since I graduated from high-school. Maybe the reason is he wants me to study medicine at the university, but I want fine-arts academy.
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We take "baglama" (an intrument) lessons. Four or five weeks ago teacher there asked to dad: "Does Murat study at the university,or?..". Dad replied: "No, teacher, he's not a student yet but he plays well with computers (games)".. What is this? This supposed to mean...what? He asked a simple question, but dad replied in an insulting way...

Last week, someone asked again a question like the one our teacher asked, I replied "no, I'm not at the university, I want to study fine-arts, so will keep taking exams for it", then I heard dad whispering "... once in a time I've had what kind of great dreams about my son, but..." I argued with him after that. Said "What dreams you had dad? Tell me! Are you heart-broken because of me? Did I disappointed you?" then he answered "no,but..."

These "no,but..."s will kill me...

After that much rant, I suggest you to take a tour through the deviantart.

Take care, I really love all of you.