damn
i really really dont want to go to san ramon. i dont want to go becuase its hellllla far, i dont know anynone there, and just because my mom gets on my nerves. i realy dont want to go
then, my dad bust out of no where, "why are u going to san ramon? you shouldnt go", and my AUTOMATIC reaction was, no i kinda want to go.
JUST because he doesnt want me to go because of my mom i HAVE to sayi want to go.....so im stuck doing hella shit that i dont want to do just to piss off and keep the exact same people happy.
oh and my 70 bucks that i worked so fucking hard for has now widdled down to 22 dolars.... i didnt buy shit... my mom keeps burrowing money and my borther burrowed money....i WAS saving that to buy an ipod but whatever i guess im not important
oh and my dad let me see the digital camera and i was playing with it and stuff and i put iton my bed for a second and started straightening my hair and he came in liek LOOK i buy you guys stuff then you just leave it laying around... im like dude it was on therre for likea second he went on and on and on and then he took the video camera and the power cord to my cd player (because its the same cord that charges the batterty to the camera, even tho my sisters CD palyer is the one with the accutally cord)... i was like wtf ... what do i do about music.. hes like its ok.. i dont care if it kills you it will be intersting to hear about a teenager that died from not listening to music on the news.. i was just like damn... i fucking wish i could have some sort of terrible life threating heart attack right now and that would FUCKING teach him to say shit like that...
so now im gona go drive my mom to san ramon and we're never gona leave....
wonderful
then, my dad bust out of no where, "why are u going to san ramon? you shouldnt go", and my AUTOMATIC reaction was, no i kinda want to go.
JUST because he doesnt want me to go because of my mom i HAVE to sayi want to go.....so im stuck doing hella shit that i dont want to do just to piss off and keep the exact same people happy.
oh and my 70 bucks that i worked so fucking hard for has now widdled down to 22 dolars.... i didnt buy shit... my mom keeps burrowing money and my borther burrowed money....i WAS saving that to buy an ipod but whatever i guess im not important
oh and my dad let me see the digital camera and i was playing with it and stuff and i put iton my bed for a second and started straightening my hair and he came in liek LOOK i buy you guys stuff then you just leave it laying around... im like dude it was on therre for likea second he went on and on and on and then he took the video camera and the power cord to my cd player (because its the same cord that charges the batterty to the camera, even tho my sisters CD palyer is the one with the accutally cord)... i was like wtf ... what do i do about music.. hes like its ok.. i dont care if it kills you it will be intersting to hear about a teenager that died from not listening to music on the news.. i was just like damn... i fucking wish i could have some sort of terrible life threating heart attack right now and that would FUCKING teach him to say shit like that...
so now im gona go drive my mom to san ramon and we're never gona leave....
wonderful