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Yeah another day at work. Lisa is not here again and the gods know when she'll show or how long she'll stay when she finally does. I almost died of shock when she showed up before nine thirty last week. But it looks like that won't be happening today. So I think this may be the last day I work for her. As much as it will suck going from this job to a job where I actually have to work, I have to do it. Stupid school getting in the way of my money makeing *rolls eyes*.
Speaking of school, I've decided to drop math all together. I need a job to raise money for the 'road trip' and I habve color guard and three other AP classes. So I think I am going to need my study hall for homework which my also mean no Jazz choir that is if it is during school. Although it will be a problem if it is after school as well. People were not meant to be in both color guard and choir.
Anyway. I swear to the gods I am going to punch my dad in the face. Not that I didn't bring it upon myself, but if I can put it behind me why can't he. Isn't he supposed to be the bigger better person. Although from the tantrum he threw I don't really think he is at all. The only thing he didn't do was lay down on the ground crying and kicking. No it was the door that got the beating.
I think my mom thinks it's my fualt we don't get along. Which I guess it kinda is, but if it's my fualt it's just as much his. Everyone in my fucking house avoids pissing off my dad. It's like the world will end if he gets pissed. My mom and sister just nod and say 'you're right' just because that won't piss him off. Me on the other hand, I don't and he gets pissed which is good because I shouldn't be the only one that has to be pissed off. Mature I know, but look at my parents. Anyway so in my house I am the bad evil child because I don't take my dad's shit lying down. He's a spoiled brat and I am not going to keep 'spoiling' him.
On a happier note: I LEAVE FOR CAMP SUNDAY. And then it's to chicago we go.
Which means that Britzy we need to get those meeting thingies set up.
Speaking of school, I've decided to drop math all together. I need a job to raise money for the 'road trip' and I habve color guard and three other AP classes. So I think I am going to need my study hall for homework which my also mean no Jazz choir that is if it is during school. Although it will be a problem if it is after school as well. People were not meant to be in both color guard and choir.
Anyway. I swear to the gods I am going to punch my dad in the face. Not that I didn't bring it upon myself, but if I can put it behind me why can't he. Isn't he supposed to be the bigger better person. Although from the tantrum he threw I don't really think he is at all. The only thing he didn't do was lay down on the ground crying and kicking. No it was the door that got the beating.
I think my mom thinks it's my fualt we don't get along. Which I guess it kinda is, but if it's my fualt it's just as much his. Everyone in my fucking house avoids pissing off my dad. It's like the world will end if he gets pissed. My mom and sister just nod and say 'you're right' just because that won't piss him off. Me on the other hand, I don't and he gets pissed which is good because I shouldn't be the only one that has to be pissed off. Mature I know, but look at my parents. Anyway so in my house I am the bad evil child because I don't take my dad's shit lying down. He's a spoiled brat and I am not going to keep 'spoiling' him.
On a happier note: I LEAVE FOR CAMP SUNDAY. And then it's to chicago we go.
Which means that Britzy we need to get those meeting thingies set up.