Current mood:

distressed

yesterday someone broke into the house.  they didn't seem to take anything of value, though my room was messed up.  they showed up around 9 the first time, my neighbors saw someone snooping around.  i wasn't home at the time.  i got back around 10 or 11, and a little before noon the power went out.  i thought nothing of it, since it was hot and we've had blackouts before, though not for a long time.  and on the way back from the vet's i had seen something about conserving energy in case of emergency, etc, so the idea was at the back of my mind.  while i was waiting for things to turn back on i brought a can out to the garage.  i came back in and a teenager i didn't know was walking into my dining area.  i ushered him outside, but he insisted something of his was there.  he made up a story that he had been knocking, but since he got no answer he went in.  his hat was in my brother's room.  that's how i know he HAD been in.  i didn't hear him come in, so i hope he hadn't been in for a long time without me knowing it.  the kid i saw didn't match the description of the guy the neighbors saw, so there was probably 2 guys working together.  the kid i saw is known for stealing, has stolen from my mom before, and done time for robbery.  they got caught by the alarms, so that's probably why the power was cut.  my mom thinks he's who izzy went to when he stole all that stuff last december, and i'm thinking if he was involved he might have come to the house and helped izzy cart stuff off!  i don't know.  the whole thing's weird.  i wonder if they would have done anything if siouxsie was here.  i know it's my fault they got in, i must have left the front door unlocked.   i didn't check it after coming home, because i came in through the garage.  he must have thought i was still gone because i usually park outside.  really a cowardly thief, if you ask me.  but they know our patterns.  

late in the afternoon i went to my friend's new place in rancho and grappled.  they called me the slippery snake because i could get out of almost everything because of the way i squirmed and sweated.  my opponent was the koala bear.  it was loads of fun.  of course i had to leave that prematurely, and go through the house with my mom.  of course she was accusatory, and made up all sorts of thing i should have done (anyone in their right mind would have done these things), and excuses for why i didn't (what, were you STONED?), until i finally asked her what the hell would she have done?  i mean, people say they'll do 1000000 things when faced with a situation, but what they actually DO is usually completely different.  if i would have done ANY of the tings i 'should' have done i wouldn't have gotten the kid out of the house as quickly and easily as i did.  maybe i've had a LOT more training with volatile situations/people, but i'm about diffusing the situation if i can.  nothing seemed to be taken anyway, i figured.  yeah, he shouldn't have been inside, yeah there was intent, but he's a kid, and obviously didn't get to take anything, except maybe for some checks that i'm going to cancel.  i think me being there kinda scared him.  i will file a police report, though.  he gave me a number, though it might not be a working one.  he gave me his name, too, which might have been the worst thing he could have done.  i wouldn't have known who he was if he hadn't told me his name.  i didn't recognize him, but my mom recognized the name and description.  when i tell the cops his name his probation officer will probably hunt him down.  

anyway, the night ended in getting some snacks/desserts/food because my mom was being a poo to me and we all had a rough day.  we even got peanut butter frosty paws for siousxsie, since her day was probably even worse than mine.

the thing that pisses me off is my mom routinely leaves the back door and all the windows upen.  ok, the screen door locks, but that thing's not the strongest lock around, and she doesn't always lock that..  ALL our screens slide open, though it might be hard to do from the outside.  she leaves earlier than i wake up most mornings.  these guys came in the morning because they figure all the neighbors are gone at work, so there's no witnesses.  what would have happened if i were in my room, asleep, and my car just happened to be in the garage?  when the guy came back in i was about to go back to bed.  would he have done something to me?