Hate Hate Hate

So I’m at my parent’s place in Peterborough. I heard through the grapevine that Dave is also in town. I hope I don’t run into him at the bar on Saturday night, but I’m sure I will. I can’t even get out of it because it’s my good friend Amy’s bachelorette party… fuck.

I hate Dave so much. I really do.

So Shannon and I officially booked a campsite for July. I’m so excited. Finally, someone that likes to camp. I mean, Dave said he liked to camp and his family used to camp, but I always felt like I was dragging him along. Oh well, that chapter of my life is done.

My stepdad has been yelling at me since about 3 minutes after I walked in the door. He saw the tattoo on my back and flipped out. Apparently, I make stupid decisions, nobody intelligent has a tattoo, and if I have the money to pay for a tattoo I can afford to pay my rent… which I can’t. So yeah, it’s May 1st and my rent hasn’t been paid. He’s also making me sign up for a summer course so I can finish school in December instead of April… and I’m gonna miss the first THREE days of it because I’ll be in Illinois. And I don’t even want to take the fucking stupid class, nor do I have the $1,064.64 for tuition at this point… but if I take the summer off and work I’ll have tuition for the fall. So I mean, if he’s making me take it shouldn’t he pay? Fuck, I don’t know. I’m so irritated right now… I want to go back to MY home in Ottawa…

If it wasn’t for the bachelorette, I would.

Fuck, I hate my stepdad. I hate Dave. I hate Peterborough.