Yesterday was not a good day overall...

Of course, there's always today. And tomorrow. Matt and I agreed the other day that, "There's always tomorrow to do what you need to. Do what you want today." I think that's an okay way to live. Actually, it seems that's how I live already. The recklessness of youth doesn't become a problem unless it continues and grows into the irresponsibility of adulthood. I've still got time.

Yesterday sucked because of inconsistency. My dad made me an offer that enraged me because it's like the police saying to a crack addict, "Want a hit?" It got me so mad. He's all about being on time and shit, and then when I said I wasn't going to go because I didn't have enough time to get ready and shower, he said, "Well, we can be a little late, I'll wait for you." You have no idea how mad that made me. If you'll wait for me now then what the fuck was the point of all those other times for the last 21 years when you got mad at me or the rest of the family for being late according to your watch, which might I add is always unnecessarily fast.

I know it sounds silly, but that's seriously what threw me off for the rest of the night. You might think I'm blowing it out of proportion, but seriously, it's just so contrary to how he always is that it's frustrating. It's like, if Joseph McCarthy had been like, "Well, I suppose we can have a few communists in the country," right after he fucking blacklisted your whole family. Get me?

Seeing the captain though, she put a smile on my face. I honestly don't get mad at that girl, even if she doesn't believe me. I really just wanted to see her and know that she was doing alright. Anyways, I woke up this morning not really knowing where I was for a minute, because so many people kept waking me up throughout the night. It was a little scary. Kara threw a blanket on me before she left and I knocked out on the couch.

I suppose today will be better. I need to get a few things done before I go to Kung-Fu, but it's not too stressful of a day at all. I think I might finally go to the store and pick up some things that have been lacking around here. And then of course, there's my bed that is calling my name. Maybe a good book (the assigned kind unfortunately) and my bed are the perfect combination for the rest of the day.

I think there's an apple cup party that I'm going to this Saturday night. Sounds like fun. But sadly, all I want are some crayons right now.

Time Of Your Life - Green Day