Dec 30, 2005 16:17
Okay, so I wake up at 3:48pm to find my dad in the living room playing his xbox [MechAssault - the infamous game he divorced over] when he's still supposed to be at work. Mmmkay? He said he took half a day off. Mmmkay?
"Dad the skate isn't tonight. It's tomorrow night. Since that's when NYE is."
"Well, I'm not sitting on my ass like I did last year, I have plans. I'm not gonna drop you off, go to the party, leave the party, pick you up and take you home and go back out to the party. You can't go. It's either tonight or next weekend."
WHAT THE FUCK! HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. ALL NIGHT SKATES HAPPEN ONCE A MONTH. I CAN'T JUST PLAN ONE! I'M SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. HE CAN'T EXPECT ME TO SIT AT HOME ON MY ASS AND NOT DO ANYTHING!
THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS. WHEN HE LEAVES, IF I STILL DON'T HAVE PLANS, I WON'T BE SITTING ALONE, THAT'S FOR SURE. I'LL BRING THE PARTY TO ME.
AND IN HIGH HOPES, LIKELY BE EVICTED. WHICH WILL BE THE BEST NEW YEAR'S PRESENT EVER.
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