My dad is being such a total bastard. He insists that I live on the computer and use it too much. While he is sitting in front of the television and hogging it, I will be using the computer. It's not like I'm this fat cow who sits in front of the computer all day and never gets any fresh air. I go places, I do things. My life is not the computer. Today he made some sort of 'joke' which he found to be very funny, saying that the computer was my best friend. I was trying not to cry, even though he hurt my feelings. It's his fault that he's too busy to do something with me or take me somewhere on the weekends. The best word to describe him lately is simply: bastard. He is just so annoying at times, I can't take it.
I other world news, I was so bored today that I dug out my Casio super magic diary from around 1995 and played with it. I forgot that it had a currency converter, so I updated all of the currency rates and messed around with that. I also did all of my homework and laid out my clothes for tomorrow. Does this now show my boredom?! I am bored now. I must find something to do.