Pissed the hell off
Bloody hell. Its 4.28 and my dad was supposed to call me at four o'clock to discuss when he's actually going to pick me up. This is just so wrong. I should have gotten the fucking phone call by now. Hell, I even called him and no one answered. My step-mother's annoying southernish , countryish, voice on the answering machine was what I got. Fucking people. Its Tuesday and they should fucking call me when they say they are. This is bullshit. I should be talking to him RIGHT NOW, not WAITING for his bloody phone call. Hmm. I wonder if the bastard is going to call me or not. I did, however, leave a very polite mesage on the message thingy. Blah. Well, I'm going to play online games and hopefully I'll forget about the whole thing now. I'm hated by Molly and Bazzy and who the hell knows who else. Thank god my dad's going to pick me up Thursday. Wait, that is if he actually does. he's known for not doing shit. later.