Sleeping in.

My mom slept in this morning and I can't skate.  Now I am lying in my bed with my dog, still in my skating clothes, feeling like shit.  It's weird.  My mom is always up to take me.  Now her light's not even on.  I feel sort of abandoned.

My dad was the only one up.  While I was getting ready, I heard the sink.  My dad never uses the sink, so I thought it would be impossible for my mom not to be up.  But only my dad was in the kitchen when I walked in with my skates and my Bungapad.  

He said, "I'll take you."

I didn't want him to take me.  I never want him to take me again.  The last time he went, he wore sweatpants tucked into hiking boots and he acted hostile towards everyone.  I was beyond humiliated.

He offered to take me in his bathrobe.  I said no.

My mom just walked in.  At first she seemed sorry.  Then she bitched at me for not walking the dog yesterday.  Then she said she was tired of driving me and my brother places.  Maybe she should get a spine and make my brother learn to drive.  He's eighteen and he can't drive, which is retarded.  Don't yell at me for his problems.  Then she said my room was a mess.  Then she said that she didn't know about skating anymore.  So she went from okay to cunt in about a minute.  I really, really hate her right now.  All I want to do is skate.  That's all.