I can't pretend I don't care when you don't think about me. Do you think I deserve this?

SO AMAZINGEST DAY EVER!!!!

NOT EVEN FUCKING CLOSE.

so first off today. school. meh. sucks.
then, i was supposed to be getting my brains fucked out, but carl's brother joe is a dickface. meh. sucks more.
the day goes by more or less as usual. except with lots of homework that i am only realizing i have as i type this. SHIT. i left it all at school. i completely suck at life.
after school was better. carl came over and we had fun for a few hours. although we couldn't exactly fuck our brains out because of the whole parents being home thing. but whatever.
AND THEN (here's where it gets good), so, i'm completely not doing my homework and it's about 9:30 ish. a little after carl left and i realize i need to get all of the clothes from my mom's house and whatever. well my dad was out returning some dudes car. when he got back, it was about 10 and i made him take me to my mom's to get my stuff. (okay we are almost to the best part) He decides to take my uncle's car, that he just picked up, because it's still warm you know? we get there, i get all of my stuff and i get back in the car. i sort of have to go to the bathroom, but i'd be back at my dad's house in like 5 mins, so i could wait. Everything was hunky-dory until my dad decided to fuck around with the car and play with it's gears and shit at the light. So we get on the freeway, and i swear to god, travel no more than a mile before we realize that we need to pullover because the car was dying. So my dad turns the car off, and tries to restart it, but the car is sputtering and the dash lights are dim and the "check battery" light comes on, and obviously it doesn't turn back on. So we are sitting on the shoulder of the freeway under a bridge just after the on-ramp at middlebelt, traveling west (that is for those of you who are good directionally, just so you get a hint of where we were). for those of you who are not so directionally gifted, we were by the meijers and costco. And my dad doesnt believe in cell phones, and my mom is too retarded to get me one, even though she always tells me i should be prepared in case something like that happens. So our only option is to get out and walk to the nearest place and call from a payphone or something. MIND YOU, i am not wearing socks from the carl fiasco about an hour previous, i have no coat, and i have to pee, because i figured i would be home in 5 minutes at the most. I couldn't hold it in, so we walked up the on ramp, the whole time, i was slowly pissing my pants. We crossed the street and tried to go to that Bob Evans right on the corner, but they were closed, so we crossed middlebelt to the Olive Garden there, because it appeared to be open. BUT lo and behold, it was not. And since no other stores were near there that were open, we had no choice but to walk like half a mile to meijer. which looking at the store from Olive Garden, it doesn't seem like half a mile, but once you walk it, you know. Plus, my pants were frozen from me pissing my pants and were chaffing my legs, plus they were wind burnt, PLUS i wasn't wearing any socks and could no longer feel my toes. We finally make it to meijer and i ran into the bathroom like no other and sat there and almost cried because my legs hurt so bad from being wind burnt and pee-pants chaffed. And then i sat under the hand dryer thing pointing my toes to it so that i could regain feeling in them. Meanwhile, my dad called my uncle (the one whose car that broke down with us in it and forced us into this giant mess in the first place), and he said he would come pick us up as any respectable (and also pitying) family-member-who-was-called-at-11:30-at-night-
to-pick-up-another-stranded-family-member would do. so me and my dad sat there in the waiting room-ish place in meijers, between the doors you know? for like half an hour, me smelling like piss, and my dad almost falling asleep, listening to two defective out doors dinging every other second, regardless of whether they were open or closed, trying my damnedest not to get up and roundhouse kick it down, waiting for my uncle to show up. When he finally does, it's midnight, and of course we have to go back to his broken down truck on the freeway to get my stuff out of it and some other essential stuff. Anyways, it's like 12:15 a.m. before i finally get back home, and i immediately shed all of my clothes and run into the bathroom and start the shower. and i'm just sort of waiting there naked for the water to warm up, when ronda just opens the door right in front of my dad asking if i'm okay, because she is drunk as a skunk and doesnt know what the hell is going on. So after i flip out, i lock the door and take a half hour shower, and then run out to the computer to do my homework, which should have been done three hours before at 10. So now it's one a.m. i am tired as hell, just finished half of my english homework, and this blogpost so all of you can laugh at me later, and i'm about to get all of 4 hours of sleep. I asked my dad if i could just stay home tomorrow from school and he said no. You would think after almost failing first semester, they would care more about me getting good grades and paying attention in class than missing one day because im dead tired and have pretty much nothing done. But whatever they are crazy. I probably wont go anyway. And if carl happens to read this before he goes to school, he should see if he can skip school too, and then maybe we can actually fuck each other's brains out. If he doesnt read this, i will call him in the morning.