Well that was uncalled for...
and I am not going to let it mess up my perfect two weeks. NO.
My dad wants us to go back to family court because my brother and sister finally grew a pair and stood up to him. This sucks. I know it won't involve me at all, but he still owes me $3600 and he still has control over my tuition money. So yeah, it does involve me. By proxy or something.
Then there's the fact that he got me a credit card after I told him at least ONCE A WEEK not to get me one. I tried to give it back when he handed it to me. I didn't want a credit card and I didn't need a credit card and I knew it would only cause trouble because I would use it and not tell him and then he would freak out. Guess what? I was right. I only use it when I need something (read: school stuff, medicine, food) and I will, admittedly, use it if I need bus tickets. But that's it. And it's not even that often. But he's freaking out about it and we're just sitting here telling him to cancel the card if it's that big of a deal, but the card still works, so whatever.
I hate money woes. I hate having a father who expects me to go to some cheap-y state school that doesn't have any programs I want and to not use the credit card when he told me I could use it and to trust him after he flat out lied to me for what feels like my entire life.
Great. Thanks, Dad. Now I'm gonna be worried about this. Thanks.
Noooo, I need to think about puppets and John Tartaglia and be productive tomorrow morning and finish everything I need to finish. Yeah. Okay, I'm going to bed. I need sleep. Really badly.
My dad wants us to go back to family court because my brother and sister finally grew a pair and stood up to him. This sucks. I know it won't involve me at all, but he still owes me $3600 and he still has control over my tuition money. So yeah, it does involve me. By proxy or something.
Then there's the fact that he got me a credit card after I told him at least ONCE A WEEK not to get me one. I tried to give it back when he handed it to me. I didn't want a credit card and I didn't need a credit card and I knew it would only cause trouble because I would use it and not tell him and then he would freak out. Guess what? I was right. I only use it when I need something (read: school stuff, medicine, food) and I will, admittedly, use it if I need bus tickets. But that's it. And it's not even that often. But he's freaking out about it and we're just sitting here telling him to cancel the card if it's that big of a deal, but the card still works, so whatever.
I hate money woes. I hate having a father who expects me to go to some cheap-y state school that doesn't have any programs I want and to not use the credit card when he told me I could use it and to trust him after he flat out lied to me for what feels like my entire life.
Great. Thanks, Dad. Now I'm gonna be worried about this. Thanks.
Noooo, I need to think about puppets and John Tartaglia and be productive tomorrow morning and finish everything I need to finish. Yeah. Okay, I'm going to bed. I need sleep. Really badly.