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DAMNIT GUYS AT braidedfate

STOP HAVING FUN WITHOUT ME

:| ...idk. Two weeks and then I won't have to worry about getting up early except for final exams. ::glares at you all anyway. GLARE.::

ilu all anyway though. I'll tag up Rude and whoever else is new soon.

I was going to say something else but my brain is not working in the least. Ughhh. I hate Friday mornings.

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I just can't win with this goddamn man. I just can't.

I come home and my dad starts bitching at me for leaving a paper in the printer. To which I go "dude, the professor didn't mind, I'm e-mailing it to her now." But no. End of the world, folks. I start getting yelled at for being irresponsible, lazy, how I need to grow the hell up, how this will never fly in the ~*real world*~. Bitching, bitching, bitching. I can't take it. So I ignore him. It's pointless.

And then he starts throwing a fit about graduate school. Which I'm not bothering with for a year or two. Apparently he was OMG ON THE PHONE FOR HOOOOURS TODAY DOING RESEARCH. Which I did not ask him to do. And I don't want to bother with it right now. Of course, he keeps throwing his little tantrum, and gets worse when I remain silent. I tell him: Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you right now. I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to talk until I've calmed down. So, of course, like every mature adult, he tantrums more at me until I can't take it, and of course, the argument escalates.

I can't take his fucking martyr complex. I did not ASK him to be on the phone with a college for three hours. I am not ASKING him to pay for grad school when it comes up---in fact, I am vehemently against that ever happening.

But no. And then he just goes on with ad hominem attacks, now tantruming about how horrible a person I am and so irresponsible and how I've made him broke and the same shit it always is. It always has to be my fault. He's perfect, of course. He never does anything wrong. If he blames himself for anything, it's for ~*babying me*~ throughout the years. Otherwise, everything is always my fault.

"The biggest mistake I made was letting you go to Fordham and not Queens College," he says now. "For four years I had to live a lie." Overdramatic, much, man? You barely paid a fucking cent. Financial aid and scholarships covered everything the first two years and just about everything the last two.

I don't know. I just don't know. No person makes me want to go insane and hurt myself or jump off the damn balcony more than him.

So much for getting this damn other paper done.

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At least my mom's cool.

Going out with her to the city now, probably to the Village. You know you've got an awesome mom when a fun night out will entail drinking with her in Greenwich Village.

Be back....idek. Sometime late.