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ungh x_x;;
17/4/06 13:52My dad can be such a three-year-old. I'm not even going to go into the mopping thing, partly because I don't wanna write that long and partly because some of the blame was mine even if he handles things like a prepubescent twat.
He and Mom were outside, and someone closed the door on them (not me; probably Cris when he came inside), and it was still locked. So when Dad wanted in, he knocked on the door. Incessantly. Just knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock... I was sitting on the couch about to write in my notebook, so I put it down, got up, walked to the door, and opened it. I wasn't in a hurry, but I wasn't being purposely slow or anything. So he comes in and asks, "Where were you? Why did it take you so long to get to the door?" I said, "Well, I was sitting on the couch... so I got up and opened the door." He said, "Oh, but you weren't in any hurry, were you?" "Well, I wasn't running." "Oh, I see. So next time you get home from Alicia's when you call from the metro station for me to pick you up, I'll just take my sweet time. I mean, I won't run."
What a brat. It's not like I ask them to pick me up anyway. It's a ten, fifteen minute walk to the house from the metro station, but I usually get home after dark, so they tell me to call them for a ride. I'd be perfectly happy walking. So if he does his little brat thing, I'll just... walk.
x_x; Sometimes it astounds me how immature my dad can be. He has serious moodswings too. One minute he's being childish about the mopping and, "I guess Cris and I are the only ones here who love you, mom" and "Sit on the couch and watch Sabrina if you don't love mom" (I was eating breakfast, you toddler), the next he's helping the garbage men pick up a shitload of trash from around the dumpster because some inconsiderate family just tossed it in and all around the dumpster, and then he's being a little twat about answering the door.
Blah. I mean, overall he's a good guy, and he does do good things like helping the garbage men, but jesus. What a temper. And what an idiot he can be sometimes.
Ah. School time. Once I'm done with math, I have a new roleplaying project I'm working on. I may post more about it later, dunno.
He and Mom were outside, and someone closed the door on them (not me; probably Cris when he came inside), and it was still locked. So when Dad wanted in, he knocked on the door. Incessantly. Just knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock... I was sitting on the couch about to write in my notebook, so I put it down, got up, walked to the door, and opened it. I wasn't in a hurry, but I wasn't being purposely slow or anything. So he comes in and asks, "Where were you? Why did it take you so long to get to the door?" I said, "Well, I was sitting on the couch... so I got up and opened the door." He said, "Oh, but you weren't in any hurry, were you?" "Well, I wasn't running." "Oh, I see. So next time you get home from Alicia's when you call from the metro station for me to pick you up, I'll just take my sweet time. I mean, I won't run."
What a brat. It's not like I ask them to pick me up anyway. It's a ten, fifteen minute walk to the house from the metro station, but I usually get home after dark, so they tell me to call them for a ride. I'd be perfectly happy walking. So if he does his little brat thing, I'll just... walk.
x_x; Sometimes it astounds me how immature my dad can be. He has serious moodswings too. One minute he's being childish about the mopping and, "I guess Cris and I are the only ones here who love you, mom" and "Sit on the couch and watch Sabrina if you don't love mom" (I was eating breakfast, you toddler), the next he's helping the garbage men pick up a shitload of trash from around the dumpster because some inconsiderate family just tossed it in and all around the dumpster, and then he's being a little twat about answering the door.
Blah. I mean, overall he's a good guy, and he does do good things like helping the garbage men, but jesus. What a temper. And what an idiot he can be sometimes.
Ah. School time. Once I'm done with math, I have a new roleplaying project I'm working on. I may post more about it later, dunno.
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