I will not be watching The Hunger Games on March 23rd, 12:01 am.
So a couple weeks ago I told my dad that I HAD (yes, emphasize the had) to watch this movie at the midnight premiere. He would never, in a million years, let me do this but after I gave my whole speech on how it is the most amazing book, he said yes.
Today I asked if I can buy the tickets. He said no. The reason why is because I got punished for staying awake till 2:00 a.m (I have been doing this probably everyday which has led me to waking up late for school.) BUT, let me indulge in this short convo me and him had.
Me: My life is over now.
Dad: Your life is over?! My life has been over a long time ago.
Me: How?
Dad: (long pause)
Sister: He means ever since we were born.
Me:
Now I will go into a deep state of depression… excuse me.
No people, my dad doesn’t regret having me, we kid around like that.
This sucks.
