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At Dad's again. Suuucks. I have a feeling this weekend is going to be exactly like the one before this and the one before that. And before that. He buys us food and leaves. His house smells like goddamn cigarette smoke. Fuck you, dad, and your smoking. It's gonna kill you. Last weekend when he dropped us off at home, I wasn't speaking to him, just crying, and when he brought it up about he was all sorry because he was working on the house I just lashed out at him. Yeah, he had a valid reason for leaving us but here's the thing: it wouldn't have mattered if he had a reason or not. He's done that before. At about 6 on Friday- "Here's dinner, going to the bar for a few hours, bye." Then it's 3 AM in the morning and he isn't back yet and the next day, he works, then at 5 it's the same thing and Sunday is for football/NASCAR/hanging out with his cousins and he gets home and goes, "got your stuff packed?" DICK. JACKASS. Yeah, we're 16/17 years old but fuck, dad, spend at least a fucking hour with us, okay? And now it's the same thing except he's working on the house. Last weekend when he dropped us off and I was pissed and sobbing, he said "next weekend we'll do something fun, we'll go to (nearby town that has big mall, cool places, fun stuff)" I don't know why I believed him, because we're totally not. He's going to ditch us and I'll end the weekend in tears. Yaay.
I brought with me- Inkdeath, Watchmen, a bunch of yarn, Transformers: Animated and The Sims 2: Apartment Life.
Tonight I have to go the school's Winter One Acts. Literally HAVE to, since if I don't I will FAIL theatre class. I've got a friend who's going and I say to her, "come with me on the same night, I don't want to suffer alone and I need somebody to mock it with." Also I happened to overhear this boy I like/kinda like is going tonight, too. Mhmm.