Fear...

Yet again, there wasn't a whole lot to take pictures of. In a way, that was kind of a good thing. My camera apparently didn't have a full battery like it said when I checked it earlier. I only managed to snap three pictures. Two were of a shire horse, and one of an old bus-like vehicle.

There were some others I would've liked to have taken pics of though. A marching band, who were setting off a few fire crackers, scaring a couple of people with them, as well as a group dressed like pirates, pushing a large boat around the town. In fact, recording video of them would've been great since they were yelling songs and all. Would've been great for YouTube.

Before getting out to Hannifore, I bumped into my aunt and uncle. Gary asked where I was going, and if I was trying to get away from Sean. I told him that Sean was at home, with Mom, making sure the asshole didn't give away any of our stuff to the bailiffs. He proceeded to call Sean a fucking asshole. I can't disagree with him on that, because he really is.

After taking the three pictures, I waited for a while near the pirates. Eventually, Mom arrived...alone. At that time, I ended up getting scared. How could she leave that fucking asshole at home alone? I was so afraid I was going to get home and find items missing; given away by him in order to pay off his fucking debt. I really wouldn't put it past that fucking asshole.

Luckily, nothing was missing. I'm so glad.

It was nice to get away from Sean for a couple of hours. It's just too bad I couldn't enjoy it too much out of fear of coming home and finding my stuff missing...