Spontaneity and Personality Tests

After receiving confirmation that I was, in fact, going to hell, I went to Indianapolis with "Mickey". However, this was not a pleasure venture, it was business. I had to drop Medicaid Cases off for me mom. No she wasn't fuckin' applying for Medicaid, she decides whether or not people get it or not. Anyways, "Mickey" and I were quite hungry and didn't want to spend an exorbitant amount of money for an itty-bitty amount of food in Downtown Indy. So we went in search for "CHEAP ASS CHINESE BUFFET OF MEDIOCRE TASTINESS". We found it near an IHOP, IHOPs = love v_v... Anyways, it was okay and it was filling.

On our journey for food we went past a university a friend of ours was attending. Her name is "Butch". It was nice seeing her again and getting to catch up a little, however details of the visit are trivial, though I did find a fork in the ground. That was nice. I also got a parking ticket for parking violation-things I did. I don't believe I'm in any danger of getting introuble if I ignore the damn thing so that's what I'm going to do. IGNORE IT. Upon leaving "Butch's" place, we realized we had an hour to get home, not just an hour to get home, but to go to Lafayette after getting home. So driving like a maniac and making friends with a guy in a Z28 Camaro, I.E. pissing him off, we made it home in time for "Mickey" to get to class and me to see "George" for 10 flippin' minutes.........

I spent the rest of the night watching Shrek 2 and Homefries with "Frank". Though before "George" and her mom left, I was told that there would be no more 2 am Saturdays. BULLSHIT. It pissed me off, well mainly the reasoning did. She said it was because they woke their dad up coming into the house. When the door goes CRACKGROANFUCKINSHIT when you open it, people are gonna wake the fuck up. That and one of their dogs escape it's pen and needed to be escorted inside, creating more noise. They can't help that, and when that's basically the ONLY night they can stay out late, WHAT THE FUCK. I mean DAMMIT. It just made me soooo mad. She also kept looking at me while talking about it, I don't decide this shit, I usually have to work. Though I don't care. Blah, parents annoy me. What the hell happened to being 18, in college, and deciding what worked for you? I could understand things like this more if their grades sucked, missed classes or work, but no, none of that! Well I probaly should just stop ranting about it.