You know what svcks about parents? They will always thing EVERYTHING is your fault. "Oh no. The TV station got changed. Let's blame Kamara." "Wooow. The battery in my radio is dead. Let's blame Kamara." "There was just an earthquake in Egypt. Let's blame Kamara." When someobody has known you for your whole life, they should be able to figure out somewhere during that time frame that you are NOT the creator of all evil and slightly inconvenient things in the world. And when the evil or slightly inconvenient thing is a battery on the dresser in their room that you NEVER EVER EVER go into, then you should be able to figure out.."Hey, maybe Kamara DIDN'T put it here! And it isn't a big deal anyways! Let's dance on the rainbow!" In other words..there is no reason to: - Start World War III - Yell so loud the neighbors can hear - Go on for a million years about how your battery-storing habits are not very nice - Act like batteries are sacred Or so on. They'll be sorry when I'm gone... "Gee whiz. There's no scapegoat anymore. I guess we'll have to be reasionable and face the slightly not perfect things in the world like everyone else." ..and my dad got angry at me for listening to music before church, rather than sitting there doing NOTHING AT ALL being bored while waiting there to sit there being bored for more hours, then sitting there in the car being bored and doing nothing as we drive home and he decides to stop and take an hour in an office printing things he could get at home. I wish I was eighteen. I would be SO out of here.