Family Fun
you know what really sucks? having parents with insane strict rules. ok- they won't let me go to the mall without parents following me around, even if i'm with 6 other people my age, they won't let me go to the movie theatre without parents, i can not listen to more than half of the bands that i have listed on my interests, and i can't dress the way i want. For example, my mom told me i can't buy anymore black. it's not my fault that all my band tees are black. and no, mom, i'm not 'miserable' because i wear black all the time. i'm only miserable and pissed off around you because you drive me to that. if she actually took the time out to get to know me, she'd realize i'm quite a pleasant person. (did i spell that correctly?) oh yeah, and according to her, she is going to get to know me, because guess what she did? she volunteered me and her to do community service for the summer. i was like mom who are you fucking kidding? picking up shit on the highway is not going to make me like you, it's going to get me more pissed off at you. picking up shit on the highway is picking up shit on the highway, not bonding. but yeah this is her last day at work because the store she works at is closing permantly so she's going to be home every single day during the summer- ooh fun.
moving on- my dad's all on my case about 'image' and how it seems to be the only thing i care about. i was like are you fucking kidding me? it takes me 10 mins to get ready for school in the morning (minus the eating which takes me 20 since i'm slow and i hate eating in the morning haha) i don't give a shit what people think of me. i did last year, but i've changed, and now i could care less. as long as i'm happy- that's all that matters. i mean i care about what my friends think about me, because they matter. and you know what, they're fine with the way i look so there you go dad.
steve if you're reading this i'm going to kill you for not coming home. mom's all pissed off because you and greg are skipping mother's weekend/day whatever.
moving on- my dad's all on my case about 'image' and how it seems to be the only thing i care about. i was like are you fucking kidding me? it takes me 10 mins to get ready for school in the morning (minus the eating which takes me 20 since i'm slow and i hate eating in the morning haha) i don't give a shit what people think of me. i did last year, but i've changed, and now i could care less. as long as i'm happy- that's all that matters. i mean i care about what my friends think about me, because they matter. and you know what, they're fine with the way i look so there you go dad.
steve if you're reading this i'm going to kill you for not coming home. mom's all pissed off because you and greg are skipping mother's weekend/day whatever.