So I did kinda mention the Indian dude in the last part, but not really. I promise I'll write about him and all his creepiness later, but for now I wanna talk about something else.
So guess what? I'M IN HIGHSCHOOL NEXT YEEEEEAAAAAAAA-
Yeah, highschool. And I get to take APs *hands in the raise the roof gesture*
I am so lame.
Anyways, yeah. I finally get to get out of MUN and I get to take an AP course. I'm taking Macroeconimics next year, for all you that don't know what this is, don't ask me cuz I don't really know either. And our school just added a Drama Club, they just added one. Can ya believe it? I didn't hear about it until this morning, and after I did, I signed up at noon. I'M A DRAMATIC PERSON, OKAY? DON'T JUDGE MEH.
So what I meant about the title....my dad, of course. Do I really need to explain this? I'll just sum it up for ya cuz I know if I explain everything I'll get riled up....and because I know it'll take forever.
He was late picking me up. Again. Got yelled at for getting mad at him for being late. Got to school. Late like half an hour. Probably happened over twenty times this semester. Got out of school. Got questioned by a mother whom I carpool with mostly in the afternoons. Told Mom about this morning. She got mad. Called my dad. Got mad at him. "YA LIL FUCKER." Came into my room. Explained to me what happened.
And now here we are.
So basically I got mad at my dad for getting mad and then he got mad and then someone else got mad which made my mom mad which then made my dad mad which made my mom even more mad which then made her talk to me and get us both mad.
There ya go.
Loud music is still playing in the living room.
Definitely not helping.
-nicholeisabelle
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Randomprobably just gonna be a bunch of stories that i have or advice or basically just me ranting and such stuff. soo probably no one will want to read this...unless your my friend...in that case, this'll get ugly reeeaaall soon.
