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ugh. i hate my parents.
my dad and i are on our way back from my piano lesson, and i ask him if my mom's working this wednsday.
he said yes.
i told her about the concert and that i was playing and that it was THIS WEDNESDAY. wtf.
so that made me almost cry, though i didn't cuz my dad's an asshole and doesn't understand that i need to be left alone.
get home, give my mom a cold shoulder, and find out that she isn't working but she has cpr classes from 8-1, but she thought that the concert was next week. wtf. again. MY FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY IS NEXT WEDNESDAY. can't she remember her own daughter's birthday??
so she yells at me for giving her an attitude, and asks me what my problem is, and i reply with a bitchy attitude, telling her how her not coming to my music stuff is pissing me off.
wanna know something funny?
my mom didn't know that.
she didn't fucking know. can you beleive it? apparently i'm content with her not going to my music stuff. and i don't mean lessons. i mean the recitals, times i play @ church, concerts, and districts. wtf.
so now you know how fucked up my night and this next week is gonna be.
on a happier note, i have into the west memmorized. i'm gonna check myself tomorrow during c period or the morning w/ sarah.