WHY?

Okay, major rant ahead. I'm sure it'll be pretty funny from someone else's view though. ;D


My comm. arts teacher is scary. She really nice and sweet, but when it comes to deadlines, she is the grim reaper. If you forget something, ANYTHING, she'll call your name out during SSR, and confront you on it. No matter how stupid the assignment. During SSR, everyone is just pretending to read anyways, so upon hearing your name, their eyes snap to you. They then witness you shrinking and growing redder and redder as she pounds her intellectual fists into your skull. Then she demands an explanation. "Uh, I forgot?" Is usually what she gets. And she doesn't like it. Do not anger the mama bear, she will eat you.

We are taking a trip to the local downtown library tomorrow. It's gigantic like five floors, so we need watches. Obviously to tell the time, and get our butts where they should be and when.

I fasley assumed that we owned watches.

I thought somehow, SOMEWHERE, that there was a watch in our house. Is one watch too much to ask for?

I took a nap at 8:00 till 9:00. My dad woke me up, and I assumed it was the morning. Why would he be waking me up if it wasn't? I got a new pair of clothes on. Funny how I wasn't in pajamas or anything. I started really wondering about the time, and just assumed that my dad had made 9:00 into the morning.

Do you SEE how tired I am? I thought he turned all Zeuss, and changed TIME.

I casually asked my dad about the library and watches, and he flat out told me no watches. At all. In the entire house.
I was deterred, but asked nicely if we could go and buy one, because I NEED one for "today".

He of course started yelling, asking me why I didn't ask him sooner, and why would he go out to Walmart at 9:00 at night.

Uh, I just told you. I thought we HAD watches. And hello? You've made late night runs to Walmart for BEER before. This is just a tad more important, no?

He went on and on and on about how unresponsible I am, and how I should've asked him sooner.

I ADMITTED I was wrong, and I'm in a REALLY bad situation. Could you please show SOME mercy? Obviously not. During this time it dawned on me that it wasn't really morning.

As most of you know, I've been all hormonal lately, and once he got to the climax of the yelling, the estrogen waterfall kicked in. I started crying and holding Duke. I was on the floor anyways. I don't exactly know why.

Then he proceeded to tell me that if my teacher has a problem with us not owning watches, she can call his cell phone.

I don't know if Mr. Beerbelly was just trying to be tough, but hello? He obviously doesn't know her.

I'm terrified that if I don't show up with my vocab done on time, she'll slice my jugular with a red grading pen. Do you really think I want to give her some smart alecky comment about calling my dad?

She made it CLEAR weeks ago what we needed. I just assumed we had some. Cut me some slack.

He said it again, only louder, and spat out everything. Then he went upstairs, while I was snotting into Duke's fur. Then Duke got up and went upstairs to lay by my dad.


And that was how my night turned to crap.

I called my mom, and counted my lucky stars because she was in a good mood. Who knows what would've happened if she wasn't.

She said I could borrow hers that she doesn't use anyways, which I didn't want to use.

All I wanted was a teletubby watch from walmart, but whatever. I didn't care at this point.

So I have a watch. But I'm half tempted to tell my teacher about how my dad flunked high school, so she could call him up and yell at him.

I'm pretty sure he would turn the conversation onto me and how unresponsible I am, and how I'M probably going to fail high school because I think my family owns watches.


Anyways, I'm going to play pokemon and go to bed can you TELL how tired I am? XD

Wish me luck at the microfiche tomorrow. Dang Friz Feleng. ~