God God Damnit! I think I lost you----
So my sister's having a weird little party. Normally, I wouldn't care. They are a loud, giggly gossiping little posse lacking in the cool department, but you know, I'm chill enough to sit in my room & ignore all that. Or I would be....if they weren't wearing my clothes! Little bitches. I got home to find Caley & 2 of her friends are wearing former homecoming dresses of mine, which I will likely never wear again, but still I love them & I am PISSED. I pulled Caley aside & told her they better take off all my shit- NOW- and put in back nicely where they found it & she got all snotty & told me to eat it, or something like that. GRrrrrr... I want out of this house- TODAY. My mom told me to just let them have fun. DAMN IT.
Another good story: My dad has been on my case all summer to get my brakes fixed before school starts. So yesterday I took it over & got an estimate. My car sucks, so naturally I need new everything & this number was like $600. So I made an appointment & ordered the parts, thinking I was being responsible. Then, I asked my dad for 600 bucks & he yelled at me for 20 minutes about the importance of knowing when you're being ripped off by mechanics. I told him that the hot guy who did the estimate sympathized with my poorness & been fairly honest in telling me I could wait a few months to get my right axle boot replaced, but said the equivalent of "you may just die if you are too cheap to fix your breaks now." My dad has forbidden me to go to my break appointment on monday because I don't have the money & he won't lend it to me. My death is pending...Double damn it.
Another good story: My dad has been on my case all summer to get my brakes fixed before school starts. So yesterday I took it over & got an estimate. My car sucks, so naturally I need new everything & this number was like $600. So I made an appointment & ordered the parts, thinking I was being responsible. Then, I asked my dad for 600 bucks & he yelled at me for 20 minutes about the importance of knowing when you're being ripped off by mechanics. I told him that the hot guy who did the estimate sympathized with my poorness & been fairly honest in telling me I could wait a few months to get my right axle boot replaced, but said the equivalent of "you may just die if you are too cheap to fix your breaks now." My dad has forbidden me to go to my break appointment on monday because I don't have the money & he won't lend it to me. My death is pending...Double damn it.