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so, i'm having trouble discerning a rant from a blog, so allow me to use this for the former. today was a great day. in fact, this has been a generally amazing weekend full of friends and the finest awesome-sauce a homework filled weekend can compensate with. until a couple hours ago.

ok, so before i get into the actual event, lemme backtrack with some info. my dad hates the idea of me driving. i dunno if he's afraid that i'll turn out as bad as my sister or if he just doesn't wanna see his baby growing up or what his deal is, but whenever he's in the car with me (which he sorta has to be since i only have my permit) he finds something to b***h about. example? i was driving with him out in the country (where the speed limit is 55) driving a comfortably low 50, and he complains that i'm driving TOO FAST! ...total wtf moment, no?!

anyways, so today i was gonna wash my mom's car and needed to drive his outta the driveway and park it on the street. well, he insists on going on the five-foot drive with me because it's technically the law. i begin adjusting my mirrors before turning on the car, and he bitches about that! sorry i'm a creature of habit and need to not break the habit before my driver's test! then i turn the car on and he goes insane yelling about how i held the key too long and was gonna destroy the engine! so... instead of turning it off, i just grabbed the key and pushed on it harder. why? cuz i didn't hold it long the first time and if he's gonna get mad at me he better have a damn good reason!!! needless to say, a bunch of yelling and me storming out of the still-on car later, i wound up just having both cars cramped in the driveway and leaving his without washing it like i had intended.

why am i bitching? because i'm so friggen sick of this! he always sees that i'm happy for one day and finds some ridiculous reason to just start yelling at me! and he loves to tell people all my faults. i'm not exaggerating, i promise. he drudges up the most humiliating memories of me as a kid and just tells them at the most inappropriate moments with my friends! and i realize that i'm the kid and i should be respectful, but honestly, i can only take so much. my punching bag gets old when i have a full can of shaving cream and a bag full of sugar, ready and willing to just mess his car up.

sometimes i wish it were easier to just move on with life. but in reality, the easiest thing to do is to allow your anger to consume you. ...i almost made a weird star wars metaphor, but i'll refrain for the sake of maintaining my serious tone. i'm just so mad right now, though. i was having a great weekend. i was having a great day. why does he always feel compelled to ******** it up?

dude, it's like there's this dad code that they figure, "if i act like i didn't just insult them and treat them like s**t two minutes ago, they'll get over it!" and try to be your best friend two minutes later (only to go all bi-polar PMS on your a** and freak out on you another five minutes later!) and so goes the vicious cycle of padre/hijo relationships.