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sageofwind_21
- September 24th, 2007
I will never quite understand why my parents think that I say the stupidest things. I mean, really, I say what I wanna say whether it helps or hinders. But it's not 'you shouldn't say things like that.' No, it's 'why do you have to go open up your big mouth?'
I hate that when you get down to it, they don't know a thing about me. Yeah, they know the basics, but as for my writing, drawing, and love for slash (>_>), they don't really know. I'm sure they suspect something. Heck, it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't just come in one day and say 'we know you read gay stuff, it's gotta stop.' Yeeeeah. Well, should have thought about that before letting me interact with my gay uncle and cousin.
Anyway, has anyone ever seen Family Guy? Know that old man that likes Chris? Well, my dad's been appointed a Deacon at church (shudder) and Revival started last night. I didn't go because I had a project that needed finishing. Well, he came home, came up to me and said 'I looked down the row and didn't see you,' and immediately the old guy from Family Guy popped in my head. Okay, here's the deal-- I'm seventeen years old! My parents think that I shouldn't be watching such things, so I couldn't just say "OMG dad, you sound like the freaky old guy from Family Guy!" No, I said 'you sound creepy.' He just stomps off and mom said that I keep putting my foot in my mouth. So I bite back with the old saying 'I can't wait to go to college' bit.
THEN right when I was getting my food for dinner, mom was talking to me about my grandfather whose birthday was yesterday. My grandfather is about the biggest penny pincher you'll ever see and I said 'that takes precedence over everything else.' Mom didn't hear, so dad snidely says 'she was just being a smartass by saying 'that takes precedence over everything else.' So I'm even pissier than I was and I eat, roll my eyes when dad starts complaining about another Deacon gossiping and not doing his job and go on upstairs because I still have a project to finish.
I should have told him 'you know what? You're a Deacon now. That means that you don't keep calling your children smartasses.' And I know I've had a really good life. I'm more fortunate than most out there. These things are so trivial and I wish I didn't get so friggin' mad over them, but I do. Maybe it's because I'm a teenager? =\
Whatever. I still have that project to do (I gotta do the poster too!). Gotta print out pics of the solar system (how freakin' first grade).