The end of the world to a technologically retarded father

okay, so my dad sort of has tempermental issues, meaning that he fucking flips out over the smallest things ever. it drives me friggin insane. i see why they say one’s dad is a perfect example of who not to marry. so this time he’s upset because someone rearranged the icons on his desktop. so of course, he automatically blames either my sister or me. and i’m thinking “dad, ur technologically retarded, you probably rearranged them yourself and didn’t even realise it. plus ur computers an old peice of shit anyway, so maybe it’s trying to tell you to buy a new one and let it die.”

but before i have time to say any of this (but not in so many words, of course ) dads like “who installed this flash 5 stuff on my computer?” and my sister says she doesn’t even know how to install stuff, which is true, so of course, that must mean that i am deliberatly out to get him. (i did install it, by the way, but i sure as hell ain’t admitting it…) its not like the flash 5 stuff is hurting anything anyway. it just made it so ur computer can run more stuff. god, i am such a horrible kid.

and now he’s just sitting in the study, sending off angry vibes. and i had something completly different i wanted to write tonight too, but now i forgot what is was. stupid dad…

it was probably something about how annoyed i am at myself for failing to remember that i had an ass load of homework until late sunday night, so now i have to wake up early tomorrow and do it… OR i can just go to the computer lab tomorrow morning and do it, instead of waking early on a monday (which would suck extra hard…)

god i amaze myself with my procrastination skills sometimes. and if anyone is seriously reading this, don’t you have something better to do with your time? appartently not. well, i love you.

**peace out girl scout**

 

ha, i’m such a nerd its cute.

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