So after 8 years of being absent, my father calls me like the good little boy he is. It's kind of sad that neither my mother or my brother could tell who he was. The fucker has an accent, but he pretty much still talks the same.
He started with a sob story that I think was supposed to make me feel sad for him. Something about being sick and in the hospital for about 3 years. All I could really saw was "Is that right?"
Then he had to go and say the magic words.
"I have some money for you."
So my attitude went from "Who the fuck cares?" to "OH FUCK YEAH!"
I need money right now. Not a father. I'm pretty sure he realizes this too.
Why do I have the feeling that those absences are going to bite me in the ass? I always made sure to send emails to my teachers, and I've kept some documents, but I can't shake the feeling that my final grades will be F's.
I can't even remember how many days I have absent. I emailed some of my teachers asking, but I never got a reply. I know I'll probably end up failing my computer class, but what if I end up failing them all? What if my GPA is shit? What am I going to do if they cancel my financial aid?
And after 8 years, my dad finally decided to call. He says he'll have some money for me. He better, cause I might need that to continue my classes. Or I might just have to skip summer semester and take classes in the Fall.
Whoever thought it was a smart idea to give us students only 6 absent days over the course 4 months deserves a punch to the nuts. I guess in their perfect little world college students live a great life where the unexpected never happens and they never get sick.
Wow, this Second Life shit is pretty ridiculous. Have people forgotten that it's a freaking game? That whole "This isn't a game. This is the world" stuff is kind of adorable in a pathetic, sad way.
I'll be the first to admit that I only joined SL because being a whore in the virtual world is a lot more fun than whoring in the real world.
After reading that interview I kind of like that Nosik guy. All this whining and complaining is starting to become annoying.
Look lady, I know what fucking race I am. Both my parents are mixed, I am mixed; stop changing it from "Other" to "African-American".
Oh, and your little "You're mixed? Oh, your skin is darker than most mixed people I know..." comment was not appreciated.
Dear Mr. Bus Driver,
Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to use my newtype powers and realize that you were too fucking stupid to put the correct sign on the bus. Your snide little "Well I did show up" remark made me want to punch you in the face. What good is showing up if you don't have up the correct fucking sign? No one with common sense is gonna jump on a bus with a sign that states it is going to a place far away from where the rider needs to be.
Oh, and good job having the sign say "Petersburg" when you were really going to Richmond. Real stellar job there champ. Now I have to wait until 4:00 just to get home. I have things to do and I'm hungry. What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Also, the fucking schedule says 12:51 pm. Not 1 pm. No 1:20 pm. Not whenever the fuck you decide to show up. 12:51 fucking PM!
Go the fuck to another route! No one ever has any problems unless it's you driving the fucking bus. Why the fuck can't you get here on time? Is it that hard? For fucks sake, I swear the next time you arrive late and you have something snide to say I will gut you like a fucking fish.
I can't believe motherfuckers thank you. If this was my hometown you would have gotten cussed out by now.