If I had my way, he'd be lying in a pool of blood with a hatchet sticking out of his skull... November 10, 2001-10:58 p.m.
Chia's feelin
My father is a shithead.
I was supposed to fold some clothes, and he claims I put it off for three days.
So he unhooked my internet connection.
So I fold the clothes, and ask him to put it back.
Apparently at the resteraunt we were at for my aunts' birthdays, he told ,e to do 4 things when I got home. I only heard 2, and he refused to tell me again, because I "should have written them down".
After I had gotten the chores done, he makes me wait like, and hour before he hooks it back up.
I was so mad, I was in tears. I was stomping aroud, slamming doors, blasting my most angry, loud, and expletive ridden music.
I wanted to hit something. I probably would have ripped his throat out with my teeth if I had the chance...
This is why I need a punching bag...
I'm surprised I didn't brust brain vessels... I'm surprised I didn't explode...
I mean, just the taking away of my internet is worse than when he used to hit and kick me.
And I hate the way he always tries and makes everything out to be my fault.
And I will never forget overhearing him telling mom that he never wished they had never gotten me back when I was about 5...
I hate the way he treats me and mom like we're stupid.
Sometimes I really hate my father.
The rest of my day was like this:
*wake up a blissful 8:30 am, instead of 5:30 am*
*turn on compy, and get all confuzzled as to why noting will connect to the net*
*look for my dad to tell him my compy ain't working, only to find out he's gone to some gun show... I don't get why he's so into guns...*
*fold a bunch of clothes I was supposed to fold yesterday*
*do Modern World Journals that I have for homework, and pretend not to see the speech I'm supposed to be practicing for Ethnic Lit*
*go back to the compy to see if it's working yet, and whimper from net withdrawal when it doesn't work*
*attempt to watch some tv, even though I haven't been that interested in tv since I got the DSL, which I can't use at the moment, so I try watch cheesy movies and the American version of the BBC, because there is really nothing on*
Go to mall with mom, see a bunch of stuff I want to get, but can't because I find I only have 8 dollars on me, although, mom does owe me some money...*
*come home to get ready to go out for my aunts' birthday dinner* *find out that dad unhooked the net, but too in a hurry to get upset*
*walk in the rain to get to the resteraunt :) *
*wait over an hour for everyone to show up, because my uncle tole everyone different times*
*eat broccoli drenched in butter :P because my uncle has chosen a seafood resteraunt where the only non-former-sentient-being meal choice is a side dish of the afore mentioned broccoli*
*put up with Veronica poking me every 5 seconds*
*go to my uncle's house for dessert, play with Monty, their cute little golden retreiver puppy, December, their dim witted Guinea pig, and Andre and Veronica, their children*
*Go home, ask dad to hook up the net, and have him taunt my memory by telling me more and more things I'm supposed to have done*
*go completly insane, because my father is being such an utter asshole, complete with blasting RATM, and crying, and muttering expletives under my breath, and glaring at dad, and also trying to guilt trip him into putting the net back by bringing Whiskers over to dad, to try and changes his mind*
*finally get the net back, type this out, and remember that I was supposed to look for an Audiogalaxy alternative today* *go to bed, well after midnight, screwing up my plans to go to bed early and sleep late all weekend long*
