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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:42 pm
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Uuuuugh. I'm in such a bad mood, and don't know what to do with myself at all. The day started out so nice too! I basically spent a majority of the day drawing, on the computer, and playing video games. Then I went to the art studio to help with the all night lock-in since I was going to be teaching a workshop. Which was totally fine since I messed around with a few friends while we setting up, and then Pedro and I went back to my house for tacos and to grab Monopoly. All was fine until my dad got home. I swear, he acts like a child no matter what. All the attention has to be on him, all the time, no matter who is in the house. We're basically all at dinner, Pedro's sitting next to me as we try to eat relatively quickly, and he just kept making these horrendous (and inappropriate) jokes and being as loud as possible. Then he offers to give us a ride back to the studio, but commences to complain the entire way there, finding every possible way to steer the conversation back to himself. I'm just glad Pedro can tell when I'm getting kind of pissed off since he turned the conversation to Pokemon somehow, and my dad shut up. He drops us off at the studio, and says he'll come pick me up at 9:30 since that's the latest you can leave the lock-in if you're not staying. I wait until 9:30 and guess who doesn't show up? My dad being the crack whore he is, is off getting stoned somewhere. I had to wait until 11 to try and get home, and even then I had to take the bus. I don't even know why I bother anymore! I expect him to do stuff when he's completely unreliable!! And here I am, home and not at the lock-in because we've got this 'family' walk thing tomorrow! What the hell, I'm supposed to be walking around tomorrow pretending everything's just fine when my dad the biggest abusive a*****e in the world. I should have stayed at the lock-in, but I was really too upset to stick around anyway. All I would have done is been a complete downer because of how upset he got me. And what sucks even more is that I can't even tell my friends because I'm too ******** scared to tell them! "Oh hey, the reason I hate my dad is because he's an abusive crack-loving ********! He's totally not the awesome guy you all think he is!" UGH. All I was doing was wandering around the studio, trying to explain to my friends why my dad wasn't picking me up because he was off 'doing stuff'. And now I'm tired, and cranky (if you can't tell, lol), and he's still wandering the house stoned out of his god damn mind. I can't even get out of this damned house anymore because my friend Gracie, the one I was supposed to get an apartment with next year, is transferring to a school in Massachusetts. WAY TO WARN ME GRACE! Thanks for telling me this two weeks before the semester ends! Thank you so much!! I'm going to stop now because I'm pretty sure I can just keep going at this rate...
Post pictures of kittens or something, I dunno... I just needed to rant really badly, and I still feel like crap.
tl;dr: ******** you, you, and you. Twice. With a jackhammer.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 2:40 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:20 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:51 pm
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