WaStE Of TiMe

Well. It is 2:38 am, sunday morning. Just came from this week-ass "party" at the WS Hotel. What a waste of time and money. The whole night was basically a drag. One, before I even left the house, my dad started shyt again. I told him that me and Whit were getting ready to go. U know what he said? "And... what else?" I go, "what do u MEAN wat else? Nothing!" He goes, "And WHAT time are u supposed to be back?" I'm like, "are u SERIOUS?!!?!? We go through this EVERY time i go out!" (and i mean, EVERY f*cking time) At first, i thought i would hold my tongue, considering I was in front of company and i didn't want to start anything with him at the time. But damnit, I just said "forget it" and told him what was up. "I don't know WHY we go through this every single week! I KNOW what time i have to be home, so why do u keep DOING this? It's NOT funny. I'm SERIOUS!!!" He said he was too. That's when I was like. "Um, i ALWAYS come home for the TIME my curfew is so idk why we're going through this. He proceeded to tell me "not all the time". "ANd when DIDNT I come home for curfew b4?", I asked. "Idk. This one time....." I said "bye" and walked out the door. We got on the highway and got to the intersection of Washington and 14th street. "I can't find my ID", whitney said. I didn't panic. I figured she just couldn't find it in her purse or she left it at my house. So... we checked her wallet and in the purse, and made a trip back to my house. This time, we STILL couldn't find it and that's when i started to get a little frustrated. I figured there had to be an obvious place we hadn't looked. I started to interrogate her, to find out if she could've had her license anywhere else. She said the only place she had been with her ID was the bank. She had a bank envelope in which u put money in and a lightbulb went off in my head. I took the envelope out of her purse and felt something hard inside of it. Money is not that hard, I knew, and that's when i figured that it had to be her ID. DIng Ding Ding!!! Found it. WEll, needless to say we headed back down to the Hotel and found a nice, close park. I was like, "yes! FINALLY!! A success!"........ So I thought. Well, the whole night was a drag and I didn't dance at all. That's why it was a waste of my time. Man, oh, man. I was so pissed. I was trying to get whitney to dance, but she wouldn't. Finally, I just said "f*ck it" in my head, and decided to just stand there like everyone else and occassionally make conversation. God, even that was a waste of time.....OR so it seems. Now that I think about it, today was not a very good day at all. First, i found out my phone bill is almost $200 bucks. And for me, that's a hideous amount. And once I made it to work, Mike (my manager) said that I could go to Meineke and get work done on my car, since it closed at 4. Things seem to be looking up. Well...... come to find out from the diagnostic, my break pads DO need to be changed. I was like...."WHAT!?!?!?" Yeah. Not only that, but because of my break pads, my rotors are gonna need work. There was something else they mentioned but the only thing i found of importance is the fact that they were talking about $240+ bucks for that shyt. I'm like, damn. Confusion bascially took over me. Considering that I had bobby look at the break pads a week before, he said they looked fine, but apparently we must have missed something. DAMn. I would at least been able to have that out of the way. I guess me taking the break pads back i initially bought WAS a waste of time. Hell, I guess there's nothing i can do about this situation except shop around for a better price. Maybe I'll try Sears this week. Hmmm.. That cell phone deal is not going to come in handy right now. I'm looking at 400 bucks for my car and my phone. Me shopping around for anything but those two are items will ReAlLy be a waste of time :-\