Wrong Rock.

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Teacher: We're focusing on Geology.
Me: That's not what I meant when I said "Let's learn about Rock", Gerarddammit...

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I've just had a Health class where two miscellaneous items hit me in the face! I threatened to beat up whoever threw the pen and ruler. (The teacher saw me throw the ruler back at the guy.)
Yay.

To family news, my parents suck.
I'm not saying this is the cliché "my parents don't purchase me an iPhone 6s", rather as "I'm attempting to actually do something meaningful in life at a young age, though my parents do not allow me to engage in career-defying experiences".
All I want (ADTR ref!) is to send out a novel to a publisher by the end of this year and to begin a YouTube channel with appropriate and band-related content, though in the words of my father, I am "too young" to do anything without it being under their name (including the novel).
HOW DOES ONE WRITE A NOVEL AND SAY THEIR PARENTS WROTE IT?!
I'm not allows to film videos at this stage and if I were to begin a YouTube channel, they want it under my mother's name...
Me: I was considering vlogging the Iron Maiden concert.
Mother: Blogging?!
Me: *Explains vlogging.*
Mother: Okay...
Me: Should I?
Mother: Okay.
Me: Cool. It's for YouTube.
Mother: NOBODY WANTS TO SEE THAT! POST A VIDEO OF THE DOG EATING ICE-CREAM!
Me: How old do I look, five?!

~Later~

Me: Oh, you know that YouTube idea I had?
Father: That mini-show thing?
Me: Yeah.
Father: What about it?
Me: I've filmed another part!
Father: So?
Me: I was thinking of posting the video soon.
Father: POSTING IT WHERE?
Me: YouTube...
Father: HELL NO. I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING ABOUT THAT IDEA.
Me: I wasn't...
Father: You're a kid. You'll start it then abandon it and it's *dramatically* ON THE INTERNET FOREVER.
Me: *Leaves.*
Father: Don't tell me you're upset about it!

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