Stooopppp...

Okay, so I had a relatively fun night at work.

Doing HBOs all night and boogieing to hilarious bollywood music that came out of nowhere.

And my dad had to ruin it all.

AGAIN.

Here I was, all ladeefuggingda, and he started in about my math.

Okay, I'm not crazy over math.

And math doesn't like me.

BUT I'm trying, and I managed to get a 65.

BUT I heard no 'good job for trying, try a bit harder, woo!'

All I heard was 'What's wrong with you?! It's just a simple equation!'

This went on for a while.

My brother is good at everything and I'm constantly being compared to him.

He's taller, smarter, older, knows more languages, plays more instruments and is much more stronger.

'BLAHBLAHBLAH. YOUR BROTHER DID THAT. AND THIS. OH I REMEMBER THAT. LOL..'

Yeah. So. The whole time I was like 'comparisons are gay.'

BECAUSE THEY ARE.

FUGGER.