well today blew copious amounts of cock. (dick, flesh saber, pork sword, etc.).

what a stupid, stupid day.

warning: rant ahead

woke up early as i have been doing for a little bit, so i could drive my dad to work and have the car. he was irritating as usual. stupid comments, unnecessary concerns...that went on all day, as it usually does. and if i feel useless/inadequate, for any reason, it's because of him. fuck. was supposed to nap 'til 1030 or so, but slept about 3 hours after that because i was way too tired from previous days/nights. partially my own fault. anyway, woke up, got ready, went out to distribute some more resumes. (i did yesterday at college square, after the photography information session, which went well. got a tour, feel slightly better about whats going on now that i know a bit more, and also figured out that out of 500-600 applicants, around 75-80 were chosen. including me. so that's kind of rad.)

1) shoppers drug mart photolab: get harassed by some young dude to sign up for a shoppers credit card..no i don't want a fucking CC, leave me the fuck alone, stop talking when i decline the first time, dimwit. wait a couple minutes, get an application which takes up ten minutes of my life (just read the fucking resume? they're simple? make your unnecessary lengthy applications, shorter.) -- after leaving there (i used the gps to get back into the direction i needed to, because i stopped paying attention where i was on my way there) it tells me to go down a street that you can't even turn down. so then i drive more, wait for it to recalculate itself. then i hit a shit ton of construction. all of that took about...20 or so minutes out of my schedule....in which i was planning to go back to the college so i could get my student card taken, because apparently i needed my timetable with me. i don't recall that being posted anywhere. good one, dickz.

2) supposed to go to the mall to hand out some more resumes, but i found out that the student card place closes at 445. so i planned on heading there, first. well, after figuring out that the bloody 417 was a fucking parking lot, i knew i wouldn't make it in time, so i went back, and handed out resumes. the only one that seemed promising was boathouse. wouldn't mind working there. the people seemed decent (unlike most of the stuck up cunts in the sudbury boathouse. at least that's the vibe i get almost every time i went in there, and apparently i'm not the only one). -- getting back into my vehicle to leave the mall, when i leaned over to grab something, i apparently hit the horn with my arm (not even, brushed it)...and the people in front of me stared. that was embarrassing.

3) go back home, get nicholas, drive him to his class. wait there for over an hour because my dad was working OT...pick up my dad, drive back to get my brother (i'm sure there was more nagging done during that ride, too), then drive back home. get on the 417, parking lot again..this time however, i think it was because of contruction...at this point, i'm sick of everything, the nagging, unnecessary "suggestions", driving...being around people. i just want to be at home already. in my room. alone. away from my dad, mostly. (at least i called it, before i moved here, that he would be a fucktard) so then my dad wants to get off the highway...so we do. and then eventually i get sick of driving, pull over, and tell him to drive. finally get home at around ten. and during the ride home, he was also saying, pretty much that i should be involved in something (like the muy thai/jiu jitsu class my brother was in, because i expressed SLIGHT interest in one of the classes they do, which just seems like a fun work out)....fuck you? like i argue with you every day, because you tell me shit that i dont care about, that i don't need to do. i'm fine with doing what i do. understand that by now. even when i was in dance, that apparently wasn't considered being involved in anything, to him. so there's no pleasing him. not that i give two FUCKS about that. i'll get a job. i'll do well in school. after that, leave me the fuck alone. (i probably just seem like a whiny bitch, but if you were in my spot, and had to listen to all the stupid irritating things he says, on a daily basis, you'd be ragin', too)

uhgghghghg. usually bitching about things/writing them down helps a little, but not in this case. i'm even more irritated then i was half an hour ago.

i really hope he realizes i'm going to keep being "difficult", and to stop hassling me for no reason. if i wasn't trying to get a job or anything, and i wasn't about to attend school, THEN i'd understand being bitched at... (which is essentially what he does throughout the day, here and there), but i keep my room clean, i put my shit away, i dont leave a mess anywhere, i'm respectful...but apparently that's not enough. and he's not even the RESPONSIBLE parent. god i miss living with my mom (who was the only one who raised me, pretty much), and knows whats up when it comes to living with me/a young adult. it's not even the fact that she got used to it or anything, it's that she's not an idiot, and we get along. she doesn't try and force me to do things that are not necessary.

bblaajajgjghghghhhhh.

/end rant.

i'm done being obnoxious for the time being.

BAI.

edit:

this was at least one highlight of my day. deeefinitely embarrassing for her, and not necessary, but SHIT, it's funny.