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football game wasnt bad. for the first half i ended up sitting with lisa and jake, and a couple other scary people, and for the second half i sat with brittany
then the dance, which wasnt the best thing ive ever thought of doing, (turns out brittany hates going to dances, but she didnt tell me this, and i went becasue i wanted her to be happy)
but everything always could be worse, so im not complaining, after all, any time i spend with her is great.
my parents (mostly my mom) seem to think that i need to do more around the house. because apparently mowing the lawns, doing the dishes, cleaning out the computer room, and the living room (which i NEVER go into in the first place) and helping bill with whatever the hell he happens to be working on that day in the barn isnt enough. if youve ever stayed the night at my house, you know that my sister is a stupid lazy bitch that blames everything on me.
they dont seem to get that the fact that i have spare time is because i work my ass of to get it.
heres part of the conversation:
"what the hell do you mean i dont do enough!?! i do more work in a week than she does in two months, and your telling ME i dont do enough!?!"
"well if you do do things, we never see you do them!"
"when you go out on saturdays, the lawn isnt mowed, and when you come back, it is. who the hell do you think did it!?! leprechauns? the tooth fairy? SANTA!?!"
"you dont need to raise your voice!"
"why not!? you dont seem to get it unless im yelling, and even then, it goes in one ear and out the other! when you ask me to do something, i do it! i dont give you a ten minute lecture on why i cant do it, or why somebody else should do it!"
"YOU DONT TALK TO US IN THAT TONE OF VOICE!"
"screw this, im going to bed"
^^i said that at about 7:30
i went up to my room and beat the shit out of my matress untill about 10.
i love you brittany
then the dance, which wasnt the best thing ive ever thought of doing, (turns out brittany hates going to dances, but she didnt tell me this, and i went becasue i wanted her to be happy)
but everything always could be worse, so im not complaining, after all, any time i spend with her is great.
my parents (mostly my mom) seem to think that i need to do more around the house. because apparently mowing the lawns, doing the dishes, cleaning out the computer room, and the living room (which i NEVER go into in the first place) and helping bill with whatever the hell he happens to be working on that day in the barn isnt enough. if youve ever stayed the night at my house, you know that my sister is a stupid lazy bitch that blames everything on me.
they dont seem to get that the fact that i have spare time is because i work my ass of to get it.
heres part of the conversation:
"what the hell do you mean i dont do enough!?! i do more work in a week than she does in two months, and your telling ME i dont do enough!?!"
"well if you do do things, we never see you do them!"
"when you go out on saturdays, the lawn isnt mowed, and when you come back, it is. who the hell do you think did it!?! leprechauns? the tooth fairy? SANTA!?!"
"you dont need to raise your voice!"
"why not!? you dont seem to get it unless im yelling, and even then, it goes in one ear and out the other! when you ask me to do something, i do it! i dont give you a ten minute lecture on why i cant do it, or why somebody else should do it!"
"YOU DONT TALK TO US IN THAT TONE OF VOICE!"
"screw this, im going to bed"
^^i said that at about 7:30
i went up to my room and beat the shit out of my matress untill about 10.
i love you brittany