life really is shit.

so i had to construct a "timetable" today because my dad was "unsatisfied with the amount of work im doing".

so i drew up a table on excel.. (old people never notice unless it is printed, or written on paper. CLEARLY) which basically included 3 hours of work, and 2 hours of "playtime" (do whatever i want - which he interprets as a "bad thing"). 

so i showed him, reluctantly, this nerdy timetable that pretty much said to me "FCK YEAR 12, GO BECOME A HOBO!" he looked at it, got a pen, and crossed out one of my "playtimes" in each column and gave me shit about how im "not doing enough study". SIF! if i only had 1 hour of playtime to myself per day, i think i would go cut myself and die off eventually. seriously. 

then he went on and complained about how im "relaxing too much lately", (ahh, yes, my GH skills has went down to the level of "noob" and no man, i've been playing 6 hours per day.) and how he came back and the first thing he saw was me on the mighty drums, drumming away like a professional drum player.. and thats nonsense right? first thing he saw was probably the garage door. 

after all the bitching about my "attitude", (dear me, lately i've REALLY been trying hard not to tell him to fck off now.. which is basically everytime i see him in the day. ) im serious, everytime i see him, "im disappointed" is written all over his face. i really DONT NEED this shit when i already have enough SHIT to deal with in school, considering i have kendricks, smith and more.

ok after all the bitching.. he continued to lecture me about the peak of his disappointment.. yadidadida~~ bla bla. which doesnt really affect me anymore BECAUSE I DONT GIVE A SHIT NOW.

yea im pissed..

and nowww hes sitting at the dining table and staring me down. and i continue to ignore him.

nice family eh? ^^