May 29, 2003 03:40
well...my dad called me from california, cause he wanted to talk to me. of course we yelled, he was pissed, and i was calm. he wanted to know the guys' names, and where they were getting their alcohol from, but i refused to tell him. so that pissed him off even more. oh well. i knew all this was going to happen, but i didnt care. so my dad left it with an extreemly pissed "goodnight" and that was the end. my mom on the other hand takes a more calm, and subtle approach. im not a bad kid, im really not. the only reason i got drunk was because i find it very amusing when i fall over. seriously, wouldnt you laugh? and when i was sitting in the room singing grease songs to myself...it just seemed like something from a movie. oh well, bullshit..thats all. my parents are spastic, but then again, whose parents wouldnt be? i plan on spending the next few weeks in my room. call me, to listen to my boringness.