Nothing More, Nothing Less

Today has been a good day. Of course it was Friday, but it seemed to drag on forever. At least the school week is almost over. 14 minutes on the dot. When I get home I know I am going to get a lecture from my dad. I have never had a lecture from my dad. I have been yelled at by my dad or I have been asked something by my dad; nothing more and nothing less. I wonder what it will be like? If its how I think it will be it will be it will be the first genuine conversation I've had in a long time. Since my dad is the upitomy (hope I spelled that right, I don't really want to ask the butt heads behind me) of irresponsibility and him talking about good grades is like a def man talking about music, than I doubt it will be. I love him, I guess. He's not around much and I like it that way. He's here on weekends which makes everyone but my five-year-old brother happy. My parents are still married (they wouldn't want to cause us psychological dammage by getting divorced they say), but the don't get along. My dad is just sort of a jerk. He didn't do well in school in anything but the social aspect and he is just plain mean to us (his family). As for the rest of his family, his parents are dead and the rest are just plain loopy. Anyway, I'm looking forward to this. A lecture from my dad. I sure as hell didn't see that coming. So I think I'll have some fun with this.