Someone get me the hell outta here
I am about to fucking run away now, I am already fucking pissed at my dad, and I am more pissed now. Thanx dad. He got mad at me cuz I had to be at Peter's house in like 15 minutes from 12, cuz that was like the only time I could get a ride with him cuz he had to run arrands and stuff, so I went to his house, and my dad asked me what did I do between 12 and 3, I went with Peter to do his arrands and went to pick up Jessica our piano player for All City, and he got on my case saying we had stuff to do here like take care of the porch and put the lawn mower in the garage and get out the snow blower out. HELLO DAD I DO HAVE 3 SISTERS I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO STUFF!!! and I told him that was the only time I could get a ride with Peter and he kept going on and shit. And come to find out from my mom that he was on the computer the whole not doing shit, when he could've got the snow blower or take care of the porch himself, and he is getting on my case about it, thats fuckin bullshit, don't get on my case about something when you didn't even do shit, and he tells me that I am gonna do it tomorrow, hell no unless he doesn't want me to get the extra credit that I need to graduate and some extra credit in class, so no dad I am staying after to graduate and boost my grade. I am glad to be staying after tomorrow and tuesday, gets me outta her for a long ass time. the only days I don't stay after is wednesday and thursday and friday, well not sure about friday cuz I got the Hamlet play Friday, Saturday at 8pm and on sunday at 2. so at least I can get out of the house for that. God please, someone get me the hell outta of here before I do something I know I'll regret. If you can get me outta here for anything like to hang out or anything plz text me or call my cell, 303-6799. Later all.