[if you read all of this your amazing, its basically a rant that probs no one will understand but me. yeah.]
One thing i've learned today?? hm. i learned that my dad has a horrible temper. i might have actually known that already but i relearned it again today. if thats even possible. so, the U.S. Open just started this week i believe so dad has been watching tennis non stop. and today i got up rather early [which means 9:30 lol] so of course my dad has been up for like. 3 or 4 hours by now and is totally antsy and wants to go do something right away. but i on the other hand would much rather sit on the computer for acouple of hours and not move. AND we have 2 airconditioners in the house [for the dogs] so its really cold in here and my dad is always cold so he wants to leave and do something. so he asks if i want to go play tennis early today [we usually go at like, 4 or 5 when its cool] and im like SURE. [i made a joke acouple of days ago that we should play tennis at noon so i can get a better tan. i think my dad took it seriously.] so the hours go by and im perfectly content being inside, watching reruns of what not to wear and going on the computer to play that stupid game im addicted to. by now its like. 1:00 and i make the mistake of sitting and watching tennis with my dad. and he's like "you know it really drives me CRAZY when you do this. i thought we would've been out of here by 12." so then of course i have to go put on a tennis skirt and tanktop and run out the door to play tennis. we get to the tennis courts, the crappy tennis courts that have cracks and funny bounces everywhere, but thats the best we can do because the newton north tennis courts are dead :[ and we're playing, im doing fine, its a little hot but im fine. then we work on my serve and i sucked at it but i was still tryinggg. then after that is when things got ugly. we were trying to get some rallies going, my arm was tired from serving because i was doing it the right way and....yeah tennis talk ok stopping ><. and i wasnt moving my feet very well because again, its like, 1:30 2ish...pretty hot. and then i hit some backhand and i just blocked it back, i didnt follow through and my dad was like "you know kaeleigh, it really drives me crazy when you do that non follow through backhand" so im like ok FINE. so now im kind of mad because i was hitting that way because i was out of position. so now im like smacking the ball as hard as i can and im hitting REALLY good shots. and my dad seems fine at this point and then all the sudden hes like OK THATS IT. and i go over to my bag, sit down and have some water and im really out of breathe at this point cuz its HOT and i was working hard. but then dad just starts packing everything up and walks away to the car. and im like ohhhhh crap. so now i start packing my stuff up and by the time i get up hes already putting his stuff in the car. if he like, werent my dad he probs would've driven away and left me to walk. but i walk down the empty courts to the car of DOOM. i put my bag in the back and then my dad goes "You know what Kaeleigh, i just wont make you play tennis anymore. I can see how you'd bee really tired, i mean your you know, 15 years old an all. I'm 40 years old, i've had 7 major surgeries, im hot, im sweating, my arm is killing me but i can totally understand how you'd be soooooooo tired." UGH. i absolutely HATE it when he does that. After all these years of hearing speaches like that i've finally learned to just not say anything. so i didnt, it was a silent ride home and he slammed the basement door on me. lovely right? and now hes gone. i dont even know where he went cuz he didnt bother to tell me but i hope when he comes back he's in a better mood. bleh. i cant wait for mom to come home. I just answered this Featured Question, you can answer it too! | 
