Moi es tres fucked.
Well folks, I have about 15 hours worth of hw to do this weekend...including re-writing two English essays, re-doing an AoR timeline, editing my Science Research paper, and re-taking a Japanese test...and I forgot my laptop at school. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.
Also, I found out my father's real name this evening: "Joseph Stalin"...my mother is Mary I, Queen of England incarnate. Put those two together, and you get a conversation like this,
Mom: "So, I'm going to go see 'Hitch,' which is supposed to be mildly funny...does anyone want to go?"
Me: "I have nothing better to do right now...and it looks like a decent movie."
Dad: *cuts off my mom* "No, we're not going to go. Robert has too much homework to be doing to waste his time like that."
Mom: "Okay...I guess I'll just go with a friend."
Me: "Go ahead and tell it like it is, Dad. 'Robert's grounded' would have been fine there, but don't tell yourself that I have homework to do on Friday night...I have all day tomorrow and Sunday, plus its not like I'm getting back at midnight tonight..."
Dad: "You need to learn how to manage your time better. I'm not doing this because you're grounded, Robert. You have a lot going on this weekend."
Me: *pissed by now* "No, I don't. I am grounded. I would have a lot going on, but I can't go to anyone's house tonight, I can't go to Semi tomorrow night, and the only thing on Sunday is 2 hours worth of driving lesson. Do you honestly see the logic in not letting me go see a movie because I don't have time to do my homework?"
Dad: *shut-down and pissed at me* "Go to your room and get started on your homework, I want to see three classes' worth by the time I go to bed tonight."
Me: "Great logic, 5 classes, 3 per night, and 3 nights to do it...but yes, sir. HEIL!" *go upstairs after a salut*
...*few hours pass...9:00 rolls around*...
Dad: I'm going to go to bed, where are your three assignments?"
Me: "Done." *hand math assignment, japanese assignment, and chem reading notes to him*
Dad: "You should have been more complete in these notes...are you proud of your work?"
Me: "Wow...to tell you the truth...I don't give a shit...ground me some more if you feel like it. I know you want to make me feel as miserable as you can for these next four months anyway."
Dad: "Well, its a good thing you have lots of time at home to re-do these notes...I want at least a page of notes with examples by tomorrow night. When this weekend is over, you'll thank me for making you do all of your homework early, and not letting you get distracted by stupid things like Semi and movies."
Me: "I'm glad already. Were you going to go to bed?"
Dad: "No, I am going to go watch 'Goldeneye'"
Me: *too pissed to say anything at this point*
On to my weekend... I would complain, but as has been pointed out to me by many of you, I am not allowed to complain on my own LJ...sorry...don't know what I was thinking.
Also, I found out my father's real name this evening: "Joseph Stalin"...my mother is Mary I, Queen of England incarnate. Put those two together, and you get a conversation like this,
Mom: "So, I'm going to go see 'Hitch,' which is supposed to be mildly funny...does anyone want to go?"
Me: "I have nothing better to do right now...and it looks like a decent movie."
Dad: *cuts off my mom* "No, we're not going to go. Robert has too much homework to be doing to waste his time like that."
Mom: "Okay...I guess I'll just go with a friend."
Me: "Go ahead and tell it like it is, Dad. 'Robert's grounded' would have been fine there, but don't tell yourself that I have homework to do on Friday night...I have all day tomorrow and Sunday, plus its not like I'm getting back at midnight tonight..."
Dad: "You need to learn how to manage your time better. I'm not doing this because you're grounded, Robert. You have a lot going on this weekend."
Me: *pissed by now* "No, I don't. I am grounded. I would have a lot going on, but I can't go to anyone's house tonight, I can't go to Semi tomorrow night, and the only thing on Sunday is 2 hours worth of driving lesson. Do you honestly see the logic in not letting me go see a movie because I don't have time to do my homework?"
Dad: *shut-down and pissed at me* "Go to your room and get started on your homework, I want to see three classes' worth by the time I go to bed tonight."
Me: "Great logic, 5 classes, 3 per night, and 3 nights to do it...but yes, sir. HEIL!" *go upstairs after a salut*
...*few hours pass...9:00 rolls around*...
Dad: I'm going to go to bed, where are your three assignments?"
Me: "Done." *hand math assignment, japanese assignment, and chem reading notes to him*
Dad: "You should have been more complete in these notes...are you proud of your work?"
Me: "Wow...to tell you the truth...I don't give a shit...ground me some more if you feel like it. I know you want to make me feel as miserable as you can for these next four months anyway."
Dad: "Well, its a good thing you have lots of time at home to re-do these notes...I want at least a page of notes with examples by tomorrow night. When this weekend is over, you'll thank me for making you do all of your homework early, and not letting you get distracted by stupid things like Semi and movies."
Me: "I'm glad already. Were you going to go to bed?"
Dad: "No, I am going to go watch 'Goldeneye'"
Me: *too pissed to say anything at this point*
On to my weekend... I would complain, but as has been pointed out to me by many of you, I am not allowed to complain on my own LJ...sorry...don't know what I was thinking.