NEVER AGAIN shall I go out with my parents.

I swear to God, I cannot do shit with my parents. They just don't know what the fuck they want or what the hell they're doing. It's very sad I tells ya. A week ago, they were telling me how we were going to go to Quebec and visit an art museum. I'm like "Alright! This'll be fun!"

We never went. :| Because my mother wasn't feeling well and thought that strawberry picking might be better. I then tell her "Why would you want to go strawberry picking? You have to work for that. In a museum you don't even do anything, you just walk around and appreciate art." She just stared at my blankly because she's a fucking idiot as we all know it.

So today they tried to redeem themselves by going downtown Montreal to see the Jazz Festival. I decided to go because I love music and the city. So I go there right? and it takes fucking long to do shit because my mother is like a peeing machine. The sad thing is that we have to always follow her to wait for her because she's afraid of going by herself. I told her "Mom, you're an adult. Why can't you go alone? I want to stay and listen to the music."

GAHHHH... and she just forces me to come with her. She's effin' retarded.
And my dad just looks stupid because he's always following my mom's orders. It's sad, really.

The only good thing about this day is... WAIT THERE ISN'T ANYTHING GOOD. THIS DAY SUCKED.

In the end all we did was briefly listen to one tiny show and went to China town for nothing. I hate them. Wasted my fucking time.

When we got home, my parents told me to look at my report card. I passed everything so far. All I have to do is wait for the Minister report card and I'll be good. :D

Of course my idiot of a father didn't understand shit. I explained him many times and yet he yells me for talking to him as if he were a moron. It's because is he a moron. So can he kiss my ass. Fucking faggot.

Afterwards I called my boyfriend asking him to come with me downtown because my parents actually said yes... yet he said no. He can't because he needs to purchase books for his summer school lessons. I was very sad. I wanted to make his last day a memorable one by spending time with him downtown Montreal. I was so sad that I started crying on my pillow... I really want to see him.