this is frigin long. but entertaining. if you have time please read it all
Yeah christmas was good. the traditional after-christmas-i-hate-my-father-visit was bad. as usual. here's how it went.
Dinner
I was mad so I was going for the Wednesday from The Adams Family look. I was wearing a black shirt, black skirt, black eyelinter, purple lipstick, and black shoes.
Bitch (Vanetta): I love your dress! (she can't really be that dense.. can she) Dad: So Chris, I hear you got the flu, right? Chris: Yeah, Strain A. Bitch: Oh, is that the bad one? (apparently she can) blah blah blah i basically tuned out the convo here. Dad: So, Elizabeth, (oh great. they're going to try to strike a conversation. with me. can't i just reply with "I hate you" or "Get the hell away from me" or "You've ruined my life" ..nevermind) Dad, again: So Elizabeth I- (saved by the food. i was too busy stuffing my face to remember the rest of the conversation)
The Afterdinner- at the hotel
I got an electric guitar!! yayyyy Eva's and I are almost identical, except hers has white on it too..i think..er soemthing. mines just black. I started playing the guitar (without amp...i was in a hotel guys)
Bitch: Hey! You look like a hardcore punk rocker person!! (yeah. and you look like a hippo in tight jeans.)
my brother got an acoustic- which he didnt' want by the way. it was realllllly nice. not crap like mine
Then I made them take me to starbucks- the one adjacent to barnes and noble. i got me some hot chocolate....i didn't feel like coffee. then i grabbed my hot chocolate and walked into the bookstore. i looking at a poetry calender- i felt very powerful looking at poetry and stuff with a starbucks cup in my hand dressed in all black. then I saw Paxman and Megan Bellingham (not together, that would be too weird) I made my "dad" buy me a black and white photographs and stuff calender, a tanagram an day thing, and a book of IQ puzzles-cause they're fun and ill have something to do on the plane. Then I made them take me home (in my head i could hear Coach Frisby singing..and had a headache for the rest of the night)
The Rest of The Night
12:00 went to bed couldn't sleep 1:30 went to mom's room to see if i could talk to her about not seeing dad ever again etc. even though i have to legally 2:30 read my book 4:00 finished book slept until i was woken up by a phone call from ' my father'
At Breakfast
Didn't talk much, just listened to my brother and dad talk about bagpipes and other junk (no joke, they did talk about bagpipe bands...and thought it was terribly interesting)
Dad: Maybe someday I'll get a zonkey or a zourse (what? a cross between a zebra and a donkey and a horse...) I was right...and tuned out the rest of the conversation, then ' had to go to the bathroom' and hid in the bathroom for as long as i could without being suspicious. i had a headache, no sleep, and wanted to get away. i was leaning on the stall door when a frightening woman walked in, i then walked out. she thought i was a freak i bet... or just thought "damn them hooligans have problems"
The LAST Ride Home. Finally.
Dad: So you're going to Washington? Chris: yeah Dad: well wear warm clothes (who does he think he is? my father? yeah. right) my dad published a book that he "wrote" or rather edited a book some guy named william something wrote and called it his own. on the dedication list.. he wrote in pen my moms name next to ours. Chris: Why did you add in mom's name? Dad: I didn't want to offend anybody (yeah. you're doing a great job) Dad: Theres jsut so much hostility between everyone (you missed the 3000 miles in there too. thank god.)
When I got home my brother gave me his acoustic guitar. yayyy. now i have 2 good guitars and one crappy one in my room. so i listened to the strokes Cd while learning how to play Reptilia on guitar and packing, etc.
sry for the frigin long entry. hope you read it all and it was entertaining. leave commetns to make me feel better
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