So I got into this huge argument with my dad.  At the time it wasn't really an argument, just a discussion that went foul. About a car, of all things. I swear, if there isn't something wrong with the car we're considering, there's obviously something wrong with me. This car was perfect, almost, and he was being so so so nitpicky I wanted to scream.  So he asks me, why do you want a car?, and I'm all, because I feel like an idiot because I have to ask you people to give me rides everywhere. Anyway, he thinks my reasons are stupid, and, since any intelligent conversation I have with him has to end in tears, he proceeds to be ridiculously condescending, pull me closer to him and say, "You really should learn to be more convincing without being short or, you know, crying."

Thanks dad. Wow, you're such a great guy to argue with.

DAH.

Anyway, now I haven't talked to him for a good four days. He keeps trying to mend things, but I, I keep ignoring him. I can't even look at him, it's so bad. I'm just so so angry right now that nothing ever ever falls into place, not to mention I'm not exactly the best person I can be right now, but hey, we all have our December 26ths.

Oh yeah, Happy December 26th.

I feel like a thug, putting a picture of a car on my xanga, but whatever.