The Pizza Hut box now has throwing-star punctures in it.
You would not believe how fucking angry I am right now.
I'm gonna have to write in small sentences with easy words.
Background: I got C's in Math and Spanish this term, but I brought half of my other grades up to A's and passed all my finals. I have a 3.2 GPA for the term and 3.586 for my cumulative, but it's not good enough.
I've been practicing for 5 months. 5 months for this wretched tournament, and now they won't let me go.
The thing that's angering me is not even that they're punishing me, but that my dad is so fucking pussy-whipped. He saw my report card first and, while disappointed, said that it was fine that I still go to Cumberland. All of a sudden tonight my mom drops her vindictive-bitch bomb and he licks her fucking boots: "So, just Cumberland or Bemidji too?"
So I go off to taekwondo (they send a fake-sugary "Drive safe" after me) and when I come home my mom comes into my room, stuffing her fat face, and pops a squat on my chair. "How was class?" "Just great." She offers me this 'bargain' that's no bargain at all: choose between Bemidji and Cumberland. I've been practicing for 5 months for this one, devoting almost more time to it than studying for my shodan, but Bemidji's required. I have to be there; I said I would be when I signed up for sparring team...barring death, my own. She knows this, and she knows what option I'm going to have to choose. I tell her all this, that's it not even the remotest "choice" and that there's no way for me to not be at Bemidji, and she throws in a reminder that if I skip out I'll have to tell Master Bruce precisely why. Thanks, I hadn't thought of that. She so kindly offers to tell him herself: "Yeah, sorry, my child can't be at the required tournament this month because she doesn't care enough about math to get an A, and that's not acceptable." FUCK YOU.
If I had my own car, I would say fuck them all and leave too early for them to catch me anyway. The charge of grand theft auto is the only thing worrying me about that plan.
In other news, my shodan has a date: March 2nd. Maybe I should start studying, you think?
I'm gonna have to write in small sentences with easy words.
Background: I got C's in Math and Spanish this term, but I brought half of my other grades up to A's and passed all my finals. I have a 3.2 GPA for the term and 3.586 for my cumulative, but it's not good enough.
I've been practicing for 5 months. 5 months for this wretched tournament, and now they won't let me go.
The thing that's angering me is not even that they're punishing me, but that my dad is so fucking pussy-whipped. He saw my report card first and, while disappointed, said that it was fine that I still go to Cumberland. All of a sudden tonight my mom drops her vindictive-bitch bomb and he licks her fucking boots: "So, just Cumberland or Bemidji too?"
So I go off to taekwondo (they send a fake-sugary "Drive safe" after me) and when I come home my mom comes into my room, stuffing her fat face, and pops a squat on my chair. "How was class?" "Just great." She offers me this 'bargain' that's no bargain at all: choose between Bemidji and Cumberland. I've been practicing for 5 months for this one, devoting almost more time to it than studying for my shodan, but Bemidji's required. I have to be there; I said I would be when I signed up for sparring team...barring death, my own. She knows this, and she knows what option I'm going to have to choose. I tell her all this, that's it not even the remotest "choice" and that there's no way for me to not be at Bemidji, and she throws in a reminder that if I skip out I'll have to tell Master Bruce precisely why. Thanks, I hadn't thought of that. She so kindly offers to tell him herself: "Yeah, sorry, my child can't be at the required tournament this month because she doesn't care enough about math to get an A, and that's not acceptable." FUCK YOU.
If I had my own car, I would say fuck them all and leave too early for them to catch me anyway. The charge of grand theft auto is the only thing worrying me about that plan.
In other news, my shodan has a date: March 2nd. Maybe I should start studying, you think?