another rant....
i need to rant again for my health. when i bottle all of this up inside i feel like im gona burst. dont read it if you hate it when people complain.
well this is again about my dad. he has decided to become quite the hypocrite latelty.
well today after school i walk downstairs to find some food when my dad yells "you made your mother get baby bottles at 2:30 in the morning! its not her responsibility..its yours!" (btw: we had a baby drive at school, and everyone was assigned to bring in an item- mine was baby bottles.)
so i look at my dad and say "ok what was i suppose to do...drive to an eckerd with my liscense that I DONT HAVE?!"
so again he yells telling me that i need to give my parents more notice. ok. is it really my fault that i tell my parents on TUESDAY that i need something for FRIDAY?? well my dad then tells me that i should have told my parents on saturday. good god.
i guess my dad forgot the minor fact that i happen to be on the debate team, and havent been in miami on a saturday for about a month. so i tell my dad that i wasnt even in the state when everyone found out about this baby drive. so then he tells me "well thats why you have a cell fone" at this point i thought i was gona grab a fking hammer and kill him.
why on earth would someone call me to tell me that i had to bring baby bottles in a WEEK. i would probably have laughed at the person and hung up. this is an issue that can defenitely wait until i get back. so when i tell this to my dad he says "maybe you shouldnt be on the team anymore". well for those of you who dont know my parents. they happen to be even more obsessed with debate than i am.
if my dad really cant handle getting baby bottles, then go ahead, take me of the fking team. he probably cares about it more than i do. however, for the sake of not wanting to be grounded again, i kept my mouth shut. so i told him that right when i got back and found out about the bottles, i told my mom. she had 3 nights to get the bottles, and just cuz she waited till 2:30 the night morning before, it honestly wasnt my fault.
just when you think that my dad has blamed enough things, he goes on and decides to blame carrollton. he goes on saying "they cant just give you 3 days notice!" im like dad, please, how long does it really take to go get a baby bottle?! most families can handle this big task...
so my dad goes on saying that he is going to talk to sr. cooke (who probably didnt even know the drive was going on, and honestly couldnt even give a shit if it was) about how this is unfair blah blah blah and that i better not be lying. ok. sure, i lie to my parents, but for the love of God, i like about important things, not random shit like this.
there is a simple solution to every fking problem he found.
1. It's not my moms responsibility.
Okay. get me a car and a liscense and i wont be your responsbility either. my parents are like the anti-drivers
2. It's debate's fault.
Take me off the team if its so damn bad. <-- ugh my dad knows that even if i wanted to quit debate, he wouldnt let me - so go ahead, take me off.
3. It's Carrollton's fault.
Ok. Take me out of carrollton and put me in a public school. my parents worship carrollton as if it is the best and only school in the world.
ugh. he knows that it wasnt my fault, but yet he has to take his anger out on me. if i wasnt afraid of being grounded, he wouldnt hear the end of it.
k im done. but im still in a bad mood. small shit like this really gets to me.
well this is again about my dad. he has decided to become quite the hypocrite latelty.
well today after school i walk downstairs to find some food when my dad yells "you made your mother get baby bottles at 2:30 in the morning! its not her responsibility..its yours!" (btw: we had a baby drive at school, and everyone was assigned to bring in an item- mine was baby bottles.)
so i look at my dad and say "ok what was i suppose to do...drive to an eckerd with my liscense that I DONT HAVE?!"
so again he yells telling me that i need to give my parents more notice. ok. is it really my fault that i tell my parents on TUESDAY that i need something for FRIDAY?? well my dad then tells me that i should have told my parents on saturday. good god.
i guess my dad forgot the minor fact that i happen to be on the debate team, and havent been in miami on a saturday for about a month. so i tell my dad that i wasnt even in the state when everyone found out about this baby drive. so then he tells me "well thats why you have a cell fone" at this point i thought i was gona grab a fking hammer and kill him.
why on earth would someone call me to tell me that i had to bring baby bottles in a WEEK. i would probably have laughed at the person and hung up. this is an issue that can defenitely wait until i get back. so when i tell this to my dad he says "maybe you shouldnt be on the team anymore". well for those of you who dont know my parents. they happen to be even more obsessed with debate than i am.
if my dad really cant handle getting baby bottles, then go ahead, take me of the fking team. he probably cares about it more than i do. however, for the sake of not wanting to be grounded again, i kept my mouth shut. so i told him that right when i got back and found out about the bottles, i told my mom. she had 3 nights to get the bottles, and just cuz she waited till 2:30 the night morning before, it honestly wasnt my fault.
just when you think that my dad has blamed enough things, he goes on and decides to blame carrollton. he goes on saying "they cant just give you 3 days notice!" im like dad, please, how long does it really take to go get a baby bottle?! most families can handle this big task...
so my dad goes on saying that he is going to talk to sr. cooke (who probably didnt even know the drive was going on, and honestly couldnt even give a shit if it was) about how this is unfair blah blah blah and that i better not be lying. ok. sure, i lie to my parents, but for the love of God, i like about important things, not random shit like this.
there is a simple solution to every fking problem he found.
1. It's not my moms responsibility.
Okay. get me a car and a liscense and i wont be your responsbility either. my parents are like the anti-drivers
2. It's debate's fault.
Take me off the team if its so damn bad. <-- ugh my dad knows that even if i wanted to quit debate, he wouldnt let me - so go ahead, take me off.
3. It's Carrollton's fault.
Ok. Take me out of carrollton and put me in a public school. my parents worship carrollton as if it is the best and only school in the world.
ugh. he knows that it wasnt my fault, but yet he has to take his anger out on me. if i wasnt afraid of being grounded, he wouldnt hear the end of it.
k im done. but im still in a bad mood. small shit like this really gets to me.