Wassup, Guys?

I don't really have a lot to say except that the "n" button on my keyboard is sticky and won't type until you've pressed it, like, ten million times. Ugh.
And what happened to my followers? I used to have 35, now 32? Geez, you guys are dropping like flies. Invite your friends, peeps, if you think they'd be interested.
Oh, how do you all like the backround music? Steph's learning the cello part. We're all so proud.

And Kendra wanted a picture of Steph's eye? Here you go, they're grey, but you can't really tell in this picture. They kind of reflect any color put in front of them. In this case, blue.

Today is Father's Day, so I guess I could remanise on my father and the one that's filling in for the empty spot.
So...my dad. I would say he is doing a pretty sucky job. Like, I haven't seen him in years. Seven (almost eight) years, to be exact. It's kind of hard to imagine what a father could be like. I grew up with him never being there, having only the picture on the wall in my mom's room to remember him by. My mom really loved him, but I don't think he loved her back. They fought a lot when he came home, and he went to prison for physical assult charges for two years after I turned five. He drank a lot, was drunk all the time, carelessly spent money, all kinds of crap.
(This next part my mother told me this when I was nine and she explained the miricle of life (>_<)) : When my mom told him that she was pregnant with his baby (again), he'd yelled at her demanding why she was with another man while he was gone. He said there was no possible way that it was his. And then when my sister was born, he acted like a baby girl was the worst thing that had ever happened to him (being he was from somewhere in the middle east). I was the only reason he'd stayed when my mom had me, but now he was furious. He left the next morning after her birth and didn't come back for a year and a half. When he did he begged my mom for forgiveness so she'd take him back in again (probably because he was broke), which she did. He stayed for three and a half more years, coming and going as he pleased -- gone sometimes for months -- and then finally left again when I was seven. He never came back. My mom said that she'd kicked him out, but I think he really just went back to Israel, or wherever he came from. Two years later, my sister was diagnosed with cancer, and my mom couldn't pay medical or house bills anymore, so we went into foster care so that someone else -- someone more responsible -- could take care of us. I haven't seen my mom since then.
I was nine years old.
Now five years later, I have a great family that I'm staying with. A family that loves me and wants me.
Blake is a great dad. We go golfing and with Jenn we play football in the backyard. We sometimes go fishing in the pond behind our house and just talk about guy things. He's told me that he loves me, and he wishes that he'd had a son like me for a long time, and now he does. He says that he's proud of what I do with my music, my guitar, my voice. He likes my personality, and he thinks I'm a good guy for his daughter, just the guy that he'd hoped she'd have.
What I've learned is that my father, the biological one, wasn't my dad. Blake is what I've always yearned for, that sort of fatherly love. I couldn't ask for more.
Happy Father's Day, Blake. Thank you.
Your son,
Seth

Easter. Seth and Langly Style

I know that some of my fans have said that it's weird that I live with the person that I'm "together" with. They're like, is Blake okay with that? Do you guys actually "go out"? Stuff like that.

Uh...well today was Sunday. Easter Sunday, actually. So we went to church because that's what the Langlies do (see how i spelled that? i switched -- uh...nevermind.) because they have some spiritual insecurities. I don't. I've been attending Youth Group. I know exactly where I'm going. I told Jenn this, and she said she'd come with me sometime.

So, uh, actually today started out with Jenn and I trying to share bathroom space. Jenn decided she wanted to cut my hair, so she just randomly lunged at me with some skissors and attempted to cut some of my hair off. And here's the funny part: she actually did. She got this awkward piece off of where it almost covers my eyes, and so then I had this long haircut -- and then the one part off.

So Sasha -- being the great mom she is -- decides to just cut my hair. I look a little something like this:

I am so mad at Jenn. Like, not even funny mad.

So after i get a fabulous haircut, they dress me up and we go off to church. Only when we get there and sit down in the sanctuary, and the preacher's preaching, Jenn decides it's a good idea to pinch me over and over again until i end up punching her in the gut. She makes more of a scene than necessary, and is groaning. I think the preacher was looking at us.

So when we get out of there and back home, Sasha starts making some dinner for us, and Jenn and I have to go wrestle for the computer. The sucky thing is Jenn now knows my tickle spot -- the inside of my thigh near my crotch. And we all know that's really wrong for her to tickle me there, but she does it anyway. Just 'cause she's Jenn. You all know Jenn, right?

Long story short, I actually end up getting sat on on the floor outside the computer room while Jenn decides my fate. Like, I'm literally laying on my back and she was sitting on my chest. And she's like, "I win!"

So then Blake and Sasha come into the room and find me tackl'd. And they're like, "Woah. My girlie's learned self defense!"
And I'm like, "Oh, frick, shoot me now."
So then she leans down and kisses my cheek, and was like, "Okay. I get the computer."
I'm like, "Whatever."
And then Sasha says, "Nope, lunch time."
So we're sitting at lunch eating sweet potatoes and stuff and Jenn's like, "I'm tougher than Seth."
Blake looks up and says, "Really?"
"I tackled him and won," she beams.
I hold up my fork. "Uh...actually, I let you win."

Then later after lunch, we're sitting in my room talking, and we're talking about really sentimental things, like my sister and stuff. So Jenn's all teary and Jenn-like and crawls on the bed with me, mumbling, "I love you, Seth."
So I lean over and kiss her hard on the mouth and when Blake finally comes in to ask if we want to go see a movie, I'm hovering over her, and her fingers are in my belt loops and we're making out.
So, of course, Blake freaks out, and I get grounded again (yeah, you're probably all wondering why I get grounded all the time when it's always half Jenn's fault. Truth is -- I HAVE NO IDEA.). And we don't go see a movie.
It was pretty sad. :(

So...now I'm just sitting in the computer room, and Jenn's in her room reading. And just so you all feel better, we always sleep in separate rooms. Geez, people.
I gotta go. Blake might come in and tell me that I now can't blog, and that'd be unfortunate.