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My dad can seriously kiss my ass. He just got my report card. I already knew that I had sucky grades for the last marking periods. Well, he proceeded to "comfort" me by telling me that I didn't really need those subjects unless I was going into a lucrative field and that I just wasn't as smart as he thought I was.
Bull fucking shit. I am smart. I'm just a lazy-ass bitch who reads instead of doing her work. I might not get straight A's in Chemistry or Geometry if I just did the work, but it has nothing to do with intelligence.
I've already gotten into a fight with him a few months back, with me calling him an asshole and him saying "In my day we respected our elders." Well, I'm not getting any respect back -- show me where respect means a condescending tone and an insult to your face. He can go fuck himself. Maybe I'll actually do my work and show him where to stuff that "comforting" attitude. Jackhole.
On another note, now my hair is blonde. Uneven, but blonde. I can't wait until tomorrow when I can put the red dye in.
Bull fucking shit. I am smart. I'm just a lazy-ass bitch who reads instead of doing her work. I might not get straight A's in Chemistry or Geometry if I just did the work, but it has nothing to do with intelligence.
I've already gotten into a fight with him a few months back, with me calling him an asshole and him saying "In my day we respected our elders." Well, I'm not getting any respect back -- show me where respect means a condescending tone and an insult to your face. He can go fuck himself. Maybe I'll actually do my work and show him where to stuff that "comforting" attitude. Jackhole.
On another note, now my hair is blonde. Uneven, but blonde. I can't wait until tomorrow when I can put the red dye in.
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