February 9th, 2004

this is me

bitchbitchbitchwhinewhinewhine

Due to my father's idiocy, I won't be going to the early-morning History thing today.

"Why?" you ask. "Why are you missing something required, that's school-related, due to someone else?"

Let me explain.

I told my father last night that I had a History thing. Now, I've had at least five of these, all at the same time (the one DBQ session was at 6:30). I woke up at 5:30 this morning, took my shower, got ready for school.

6:20, my father decided to take a shower. He has an appointment with some doctor at 9:00 this morning, so yeah, that's fine. But at 6:20? We leave the house at 6:40. Fine.

10 minutes later, he's still wandering around, talking about taking a shower. "Dad, I need to be at school by six! Take your damn shower!" He gets in the shower and out by 6:40. Good.

In the mean time, I do everything he does in the morning - taking the dog out, etc - so all he needs to do is pull his jacket on. 6:45, "Dad, I need to be there in 15 minutes!"

6:50, he comes downstairs and puts ear drops in, since his appointment at 9:00 is for an ear cleaning appointment. "How long will that take?" I ask. "Five minutes for each ear."

That's when I blow up. "I need to be at school by 7:00, god dammit! It's 6:50! WE HAVE TEN MINUTES, AND YOU ARE WASTING OUR TIME!"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, 7:00?! I THOUGHT YOU MEANT 7:30!"

What. The. Fuck.

When the hell have I had a single before-school thing that starts at 7:30? He could have done all of this on his own time, AFTER he dropped me off at school. But no, he decides to waste my time and do it BEFORE he dropped me off.

So then it was 7:00, both of us are mad, and I have already threatened to skip school due to his idiocy. What will actually happen is that I will call my mother, bitch, and we'll leave at our normal time. I'll tell McC that "My car wouldn't start." Right.

So I fell asleep at 12:30 last night, despite being in bed by 10:00, because I was having a brief case of insomnia. I woke up "several times"... several times meaning I got about four and a half hours of sleep last night. So I get that little sleep for no reason. Thanks, daddy. You're the best.

God dammit sometimes I really hate my fucking father. Oh, wait! Make that all the fucking time.
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no fear

niftyliberalbeans

Italian:
Andrew: "Rosanna, your pants are worth more than all of our pants, combined. They're even worth more than Adam's diamond studded belt!"
Christina: "You have a diamond belt?"
Me: "...actually, I don't have a belt at all."

Oy I've had a miserable day. I get to school, talk to Mme Labbe and McC (arranging to make up this morning after school). I only have to make up two tests (Algebra and Italian), and I had a gallon of homework that took me a good two and a half hours to do.

After school: McC's room is locked, I can't find him, I give up. I leave the school at about 3:35 and walk home, due to continued irritation from my Lovely Father. I get home, throw my socks and pants into the washer, and contemplate bashing my head in.

I'm tired. And having fun doing my dreading thing (college, the future, my Italian test, etc etc). So, how was your day?
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