I've come to the realization that asides from the one time we had lunch together (in which we had an awkward conversation about what he wanted me to be in ten years -- which I did not mention I wanted to be a low paid Zoologist instead of his hopeful pharmacist, doctor, or lawyer ideas) my father and I's "quality" time is made up of him constantly insulting me at the dinner table and fixing up broken things in the house.
Also my parents have the maturity of ten year olds...
I have purchased things nearing two hundred dollars of worth in the past couple of weeks, including new shoes \o/, jeans, and a season pass to an amusement park, all of which I'm supposed to refund my parents for normally. My mother said yesterday that all she expects in return is that I don't get my allowance for June, which is $70.
:D
And I love my shoes. A lot. Purple and blue Vans. <3