Oh joy...

My dad seems to have the maturity of a 6-yr old.

And it's not doing wonders for grad. *fumes*

In a nutshell;

Telling your parent that "They have been chosen/invited" to come to your grad is blasphemous and therefore you deserve to be told off and called stuff and be accused of being a racist and not be allowed to have your say........or so, that's how it works with my dad.

(Being accused of being a racist because supposedly I don't want him "around my rich white friends"....'What the hell' is right because a) I'm 99.9% of the time the minority at school, which is fine b) my best friend is chinese c) everyone I know and have met in Calgary isn't black and d) though I do know a girl in gr 10 from 9 yrs ago who's black, the other two black guys at the school are gangstablingbling types and e)....am i supposed to be concious of what ethnicity my friends are? I thought that only happened in the US or something....oh and f) the only 'rich white person' i know insults mr mcknight and is a spoiled brat and expects everything to be handed to her spoonfed to her mouth. She says she doesn't understand the material taught but that's because she doesn't take notes and talks all the time...pff.)


How I can tolerate this is a mystery. A total and complete mystery. So mysterious not even the great Sherlock Holmes could solve it. And no, getting a word through to him through his barrage of words is next to impossible as he's established to himself that I'm a liar so I can tell him the truth but he won't believe it.

Wait, mum was super-tolerant...maybe that's why. ok. fine with me.

And I have a back pain that nearly has me as doubled over as those wooden figurines in the Motrin MD commercials....aaand I'm hungry and want to make eggs. However, there are no eggs. I could make tortilini but I would like eggs instead. I'll come up with something.

Essay is far from finished. Er...life is good?

I'll go call my brother in LA to tell him I got into a University. Maybe my inner-child can out for a bit before bedtime.