This is a repeat of my LJ entry:

If the subject didn't catch your attention, this should: Our front door to the house got smashed this morning--one of the wooden panels is cracked.

Here's the situation:

Me, my mom, and my dad are all in town at a Hotel 'cause mom's got a two-day all-day seminar thing she's attending starting today and I was offered the chance to go along so that I could get out of the house. So the three of us are in town, leaving my brother behind at the house.

Now my brother's social life is like one big thing after another, most of it revolving around his slightly fucked up ex-girlfriend lately but sometimes its been his choice of friends. However we don't know who or why our door was attacked.

It is especially not making sense since the cars were fine. You'd think a teenage vandal or someone out for a scare tactic/anger fueled revenge would smash in the windows of the car my brother frequently drives. They weren't. And I know from a past sort-of experience that someone who is pissed at someone else doesn't just attack the persons front door: they smash windows. So it doesn't fit with a teenage action.

No. It doesn't seem to fit at all.

So right now we don't know what the fuck is going on, if it's something from my brothers fucked up social life, a typical break-and-enter robbery attempt, or something else entirely. What we do know is that sometime this early morning at like 3 or 4 fucking o'clock someone smashed our door, got our dogs barking, and has now made my mother fear for her life (it's early; she's entitled to a bit of non-logical thinking and panicking) when my dad's away.

Thing is that I don't get: if the smashing of our door was so loud why didn't the neighbors hear it and try to find out what happened? I know for a fact that the one year we had this horrible drunk-driving crash just below our col-de-sac that the neighbors heard the crash and got up to see what happened.

So the smashing of a door that was so loud didn't wake them up? Odd.

This is my rather unfortunate take: either my brother pissed off his friends, his ex-girlfriends new boyfriend has a hard grudge (given that one of her ex-boyfriend's if this isn't the same one convinced her to make a giant fiasco over a joking text message that she knew was a joke it's a plausible explanation), or someone was attempting to break into our house for reasons not at all connected to my brother.

Given that our cars are in the same condition as ever (barring that one egging incident at the local high school two/three months ago) I'm more inclined to it was a burglar who was looking to rob the house. Or some sort of psychopath that just happened to be in the neighborhood...not very likely things to happen but they do just never to those who expect it usually.

I'm just thankful we're only one city over and thus 10/15/20 minute drive from our house unlike the last 4AM episode where my parents were in Vegas or Reno and the alarm went off (that was about three, four years ago) with just me and my brother in the house. That turned out to be our cat (may Reo RIP) had knocked open the one door that always had locking problems (the door to our garage--the locking problem has been fixed) which triggered the alarm at 4AM.

Talk about a scare to a poor girl's heart.

Either way my mom's freaking out, my brother is...I don't fucking know. My dad is trying to find out if he pissed anyone off and I'm trying to stay the more level-headed of all four of us by claiming "this doesn't fit teenage acts of violence" which it doesn't as you'd think some idiot boy would go for the car--you know, the one big thing that would cause the most damage? Smash in the windows and not the front door which could easily be replaced far cheaper than a car in need of repairs?

Yeah, my rant is done.

Damn I hate it when shit like this happens.