What do-diddly-do

So I woke up late-ish this morning and kind of had no plan to do anything. My Dad managed to call me 3 fucking times within a 10min frame, there was a text from the guy who I think is overly clingy and somewhat annoying at this stage, and I had multiple notifications and messages over Facebook. Since my phone manages to make a sound at every one of those things, there was no feasible way I could sleep in. I was super-tired when I got out of bed.

 I went over to my friend's place for lunch, and she made sushi for everyone. It was delicious except she's vegetarian and added capsicum and I don't like capsicum, but after I soaked everything in soy sauce I couldn't really tell the difference, so I'll just leave it at "sushi was delicious". I'm supposed to be looking for a new house to move into for next year, now that my exams are all over, but I totally forgot about that today and I didn't really want to think about stuff.

I went to the beach after eating sushi, and that would've worked out except it was cold and extremely windy. Be great if I surfed, but I don't. It was basically a mini-sandstorm at the beach, which sucked, so I didn't enjoy myself very much. I was also worried about being splashed/dunked in the water by the people I went to the beach with. I understand it's what friends do and it's probably funny, but I really don't enjoy getting dunked, (into the bitter sea water of all things), so the threat of that also made the beach not-very-fun.

None of us wanted to really go home after the beach, so we ended up singing karaoke at some bowling club. It wasn't real karaoke- as in it had no Asian songs and I was like "wtf is this shit". It was basically some karaoke program on the web, and I figure we paid for the nicely renovated room, large couch and the mac they used to run the program on. I can see the profit in running karaoke, easily. I guess their only problem would be large, messy groups with food and alcohol...

Anyway I'm home now. My Dad called me again after dinner (this guy never fucking stops), then proceeded to throw a hissy fit at me over the phone. I really hate talking to that guy. I can't believe I'm actually moving out and going back "home" for the holidays. It's not even a real fucking holiday anyway. I've already secured my Christmas part-time job... same as last year, to save me the effort. I figure I could find something better that was less work and perhaps higher pay... but at this stage I really don't give a fuck. I don't really want to do anything or learn anything new.

ARGH I HATE MY LIFE AND I HATE MY FATHER. I watched this movie the other day, about this guy who could travel through time, and he kept on travelling back to visit his father who died of cancer. I became overly jealous of the guy who had a caring father, and they savoured every minute they spent together because the bond meant so much to them. Then eventually the guy could no longer go back to the period where his father was still alive, and he knew so he travelled back to visit his father one last time. I was super-sad, and I thought, "wow, maybe I should treasure the time I should have with my Dad in case he dies tomorrow". Then the movie shows father and son at the beach, skipping rocks and enjoying a lovely afternoon together. And I think, "huh, when was the last time I did anything with my Dad". And I realized OH WAIT I WAS SAD ABOUT THE FATHER IN THE MOVIE DYING BECAUSE HE WASN'T A DICK. I'd love to do the whole "reconcile with parents because they care about you" thing if I didn't decide I hated my Dad the very next day.

All this pent up rage is going to kill me. Fuck I'm not even "home" yet and I'm mad. Fuck everything. I should just turn off that bloody phone of mine.