Ugh
Well, finally decided to start some journal entries...Maybe it'll ease some of the stress I've had lately. Well Saturday night was prom (got invited by the ever-so-sexah Ricki =P), which was a lot of fun. The food sucked, but I expected as much from what I heard about. Did a lot of dancing and ran into a lot of people I knew, which was cool.
The party ended around midnight, and we tried to hit a party or two, but the first one didn't work out (the booze was limited and not being shared), and security was everywhere, so we said screw it, and hit Denny's for a 3am breakfast. Got back to the hotel around 4am, and called it a night, although I stayed up and hung out on the patio. Becky joined me on the patio and watched the sunrise, and I got to talk with her for a bit. And while I was out there I just thought about a lot of different things that I've been through in my life.
Anyways, came home Sunday, and was pretty out of it most of the day. On Monday, things were doing ok for a bit...I went to Epcot at 4pm (got one of those after 4pm annual passes), and just chilled out. I went on that Mission: Space ride, and holy shit man, I could barely hold it in. The ride basically spins so fast you "feel" weightless and my vision got blurred a bit...if that is what real space flight is like, I'll stay on Earth =P Anyways, I got off the ride, and was gonna go to the Fast Track ride, but my dad decided to call me, and since I (shoulda said no) said I was going to go see his mother while I was down in South Florida, I didn't, so he gave me his usual guilt trip bullshit to piss me off. So I came home, and he left a message to me from my mom telling me that I need to start looking for an apartment.............
WTF! Where the fuck does he get off with his irrational bullshit like that because i said id go see his mother who he doesn't even have the gall to go see himself...He likes to do this stupid shit to me all the time...so I said fuck it, I'm outta here, and left for my sisters (I woulda went back to Coral Springs and stayed with Derek or something, but I'm not that fucking P.O.ed yet). I'm back at the rents' house now, but if I talk to my dad and he continues to spoon feed me more of his "guilt trip/your an irresponsible spoiled kid" shit, I'm fucking outta here.
The party ended around midnight, and we tried to hit a party or two, but the first one didn't work out (the booze was limited and not being shared), and security was everywhere, so we said screw it, and hit Denny's for a 3am breakfast. Got back to the hotel around 4am, and called it a night, although I stayed up and hung out on the patio. Becky joined me on the patio and watched the sunrise, and I got to talk with her for a bit. And while I was out there I just thought about a lot of different things that I've been through in my life.
Anyways, came home Sunday, and was pretty out of it most of the day. On Monday, things were doing ok for a bit...I went to Epcot at 4pm (got one of those after 4pm annual passes), and just chilled out. I went on that Mission: Space ride, and holy shit man, I could barely hold it in. The ride basically spins so fast you "feel" weightless and my vision got blurred a bit...if that is what real space flight is like, I'll stay on Earth =P Anyways, I got off the ride, and was gonna go to the Fast Track ride, but my dad decided to call me, and since I (shoulda said no) said I was going to go see his mother while I was down in South Florida, I didn't, so he gave me his usual guilt trip bullshit to piss me off. So I came home, and he left a message to me from my mom telling me that I need to start looking for an apartment.............
WTF! Where the fuck does he get off with his irrational bullshit like that because i said id go see his mother who he doesn't even have the gall to go see himself...He likes to do this stupid shit to me all the time...so I said fuck it, I'm outta here, and left for my sisters (I woulda went back to Coral Springs and stayed with Derek or something, but I'm not that fucking P.O.ed yet). I'm back at the rents' house now, but if I talk to my dad and he continues to spoon feed me more of his "guilt trip/your an irresponsible spoiled kid" shit, I'm fucking outta here.