Damn. I hate when I'm right. It's been raining all day. It seriously hasn't stopped. Ah, who cares, at least I've been inside most of the day, although I feel like I've been out in the rain all day, because of this damn cold.
Most of today was me, Dad, and Kelly at the mall, doing their little thing for the wedding. They have this thing your parents have probably done for a friend at Dillards or wherever where they can find your name in the wedding registry, and find out what you want as presents and buy you something. They pretty much went through the whole store, going through stuff and scanning it with this price checker so big and old it looked like it could give you cancer if the light touched you. Luckily I was out of the picture most of the time, being sick enough as it is, with a pretty bad cold. I had to constantly go to the bathroom every 5 minutes to blow my nose.
I've been pissed at my dad all day too. This morning when I woke up he exploded on me saying I disobeyed Kelly by downloading something on her laptop when she told me not to. It was such bullcrap, because he wasn't listening to me as I was trying to explain that I hadn't.
It was this really stupid program that was on her computer that let you try trial versions of games that you could play for a few days. All 4 of them came from one icon, and when you installed them, they created a new shortcut icon so you wouldn't have to go through the whole process again. I tried explaining to my dad that installing and downloading weren't the same thing, and that the games were alreadt there, but he wasn't getting it. When we went to the mall, while Kelly and I waited inside as my dad found a parking space, she apologized for him being so bitchy. I was glad someone in this house has some sense left, and that she understood what I meant.
After what seemed and what actually was hours (because that stupid portable x-ray machine kept malfunctioning and had to have its batteries replaced twice) we finally got done with the whole process, and headed for something to eat. I really couldn't eat anything, but my dad forced me to buy some soup, that was real meaty and didn't make my stomach feel any better.
I think I'm going to go lie down. redface
Edible Substance · Mon Nov 22, 2004 @ 03:36am · 0 Comments |