The "quality" time I spend with my father is far too productive for my taste. >.>
I also learned today that my house is complete and utter shit, made up from old wood that my landlord probably found outside in someone's yard or something and decided it'd be fun to build a house with nothing level or straight. While /drunk./
Selling this god awful thing is going to be hard...
It's been my lifelong dream to go to New York and see a show on Broadway. I'm supposed to get a birthday party every four years, but my mom forgot my twelfth, so I was supposed to go to New York (city) for my thirteenth birthday.