Wow.. my dad and I cannot get along for the sake of anything. I mean, I thought it'd be a little different this time, when he got home. I haven't seen him in a long time and he's been super nice on the phone. 10 minutes home and I already couldn't stand being in the same room as him.
He just nitpicks at EVERYTHING. I can't stand it. AND FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING, I KNOW MY FACE HAS BROKEN OUT. I DO NOT NEED TO BE REMINDED EVERY! TIME! SOMEONE IN MY FAMILY SEES ME. I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned my weight yet. I'm guessing he's just holding back while company's here.
And he just can't not argue. It's just not in him. He's arguing with my DOCTOR aunt about medicine and what he "read somewhere." *headdesk* Worst of all I just can't not argue WITH him. It's just not in ME. I can't help just jumping in. Which makes it worse because he STILL thinks I'm 10 and don't know anything worth knowing.
BLAHDY BLAH. This is a boring entry, so here is a picture. (BECAUSE IMAGES MAKE EVERY POST SUPER DUH) What you see here is me (or at least part of me) holding a coconut. Because sometimes I hold coconuts outside my house and pose for pictures.
Song #16:
Collective Soul - The World I Know EDIT: I totally just caught my dad looking at a dating site. I mean. He was checking his mail.. I'm pretty sure it was just spam. But still. :(