im weak its true, i'm just scared to know the ending
{edit} i didn't go to the show yesterday {/edit}
i pretty much hate my dad. i'll explain. it is my only day of from work and school, since, well forever. i have things i have/want to do today, since i don't really have alot of spare time. he called me at 6am this morning to ask if i had to work and the second i said no .. jumped down my throat "asking" me to clean my room, car, and the bathroom i don't even use. i said maybe because i had shit to do. he said it wasn't an argument and if i didn't, he'd do it for me (meaning throw everything away). i mean, yeah, its not alot to ask me to clean my room. but c'mon, threats? its MY day off. {edit} i just got called in to work at 5, on my day off {/edit}.
these couple of days i'm kind of house/cat sitting for jeff. his (our - haha i'm paying for 1/2 the neuter and shots) kitten is a freak. so hyper. last night i was watching a little bit of tv, so see if he'd calm down and lay with me, but he just started running in circles around the apartment. he ran up onto the couch and back down .. across my face. yesss cat scratch on my cheek. sweet. then he ran up on the chair to jump on the window sill and jumped into the wall. it was funny, but sad. oh yeah, jeffs camping, i'm not just taking care of his stuff while he plays video games or something lol.
i am tired. and have crap i want to do today! like get my nails fixed and go tanning. and look for new work clothes. and look at ipods (i'm pretty sure i'm going to get one at guitar center). and do laundry stressfree and no father breathing down my back with threats. crap.