grumpy][music| we'll never know - lifehouse]
this blog is dedicated to my dad and his funnyness.
scene 1 (from yesterday, i forgot to put this in):
i walk into my parents room and tell them i was hungry and was gna go eat cheese toast (stupid lindy). so i got a lecture. on how i eat crap food all day. and snack when i come home and then eat small dinner and then get hungry. blah blah blah blah. and i should have warm milk coz thats the best thing to have and it will make me sleepy. first of all, i didnt want to sleep. and second, how can most of my friends know that i HATE hot drinks but my dad doesnt *shakes head*. so finally he shut up. and i went to go change my clothes. and i came out of the bathroom and he calls me back. and i go there. and he tells me hes hungry. . . . so i got to lecture him =) which is always fun. and i ended by telling him to go have his hot milk. so he opened his mouth and i quickly butted in that i wasnt making it. so he shut his mouth and made a face at me. lol. we have weird chocolate powder anyway. it doesnt disintegrate. so u have to heat some and then heat the rest or soemthing. *shrug*
scene 2:
dad gets home from work. walks into the study and sees me sitting there. and see the open packet of m&ms thats been there since the weekend and is half over. and gives me another lecture. on how i shouldnt leave food open and we will get cockroaches blah blah. and it went on for a while. and didnt help that i told him i dropped a red m&m and couldnt find it (stupid pya) and he finally finished, turned around and took a step and smashed into the door frame. rofl.
ah. my dad is awesome =)
and yes, that is partly there so when he read this he'll feel happier. =)
just went down for dinner. and back now.
ohmygod! mom calls me to come the the stairs..so i go and lean over to see what she wanted and she chucks up this package envelope thing whizzing straight at my face ><
anyway. my rents got pizza back for dinner for me. and funny dad number 3.
scene 3.
im sitting there eating pizza quite happily and hes making hes coffee. so he describes every single step.
"pour in the hot water. and now it stands there. and get a cup. and i need a teaspoon. and some sugar. and then pour the milk. and then have a sip of cold milk. must do that. and then put it in the micro. and it went on and on. and on.
i also have a container for my mnms now.
and now. its a an hour later. and i had a bit of a mini spat with my mom. for my birthday she wasnt to call a bunch of family friends/relos and have a priest type person come and do prayers. and i REALLY dont want that. because 1. the prayers go on for atleast an hour. 2. theyre in another language which is no longer spoken by ANYONE except the people who do the prayers , boring and make no sense. 3. it involves me sitting RIGHT next to a fire. and 4. im really not religious. i dont say my prayers everynight. and do all the stuff your meant to. i think its stupid. and really not how i want to spend my birthday weekend. and we keep arguing on that. and i dont think im going to win. which sucks. and im being a bitch about it.
the only good thing is im using it to get my mom to let me go to switchfoot. its half working. she doesnt want me to and is trying to guilt me back...but we'll see...also coz its the same day as mac uni open day. but theres another one the next week. but also a week later is snow patrol...so its hard...when do we have to get tickets by?
