Went out with my favourite uncle,we had a great day which i would like t share :spent te day accompanying him.
(he drove around ,with an empty mind,no plans nothing,but we ended in our favourite owrkout place;orchird country club.)
me: so,this is where you want t go?And golfing is what you want t do this evening?
unc: not just that.theres alot of things t do.
me: ooohh!im thrilled!(sarcasm)
(we got out of te car,took our clubs and headed for te course)
unc: ha!dont think you can beat me in this game,im like tiger woods when it comes t stuff like this.
me: duh.If you lose,you wont be called Eddie anymore.and dinners on you .
unc: Youre on.And its alwas your uncle me whos alwas paying fr all te dinners we had before?
me: I wont show you any sympathy on te course.
(a couple minutes later,we reached te first hole.)
me : Age before beauty :)
(uncle feign a look of offense before putting te ball in place.)
unc: Watch and learn.
me: just get on with it.
I hate it whenever he says im lucky in this game.How come its alwas luck when i make it and skill when he does it?And he will alwas say
"because it is!Its a fact that you have t get it right! " ...whtevr .
So,as usual i gave in and he won te game .Well,i let him win.I hate it admit,but i wasnt really trying tonight. :D
Anws,i thought monday was a good start with a compliment about my hair.Yes,i was late for school,again.Te ironic part,when i got home,6th uncle called .He said te school called him,told him i was late for school,he had te chance t ask about te probation letter,i dont know what te fuck did te school brag t him,twisting words,making up stories.Fucking made him believe that im in te wrong.But te only problem i had with te fucking school last year was my hair.Alright,i'd kept it neat this year.I'd been good since i was given te final chance.And fuck that,they raked up all te past and bullshit t him,they must have mixed all te other probationers problem with mine..Hellos,i fucking didt rebel,taked back,fight,nor play truancy!He wont listen t my explanation,he said as a junior i just have t accept all te screwing sessions without rebuking.No explanation,cannot speak up for myself,no matter if im in t wrong or not.Im still supposed t admit that i am.wtf.Fucking unfair.
Sighs,who needs an o level cert anws?Jeez,make me look like some lowlife person,begging t stay in for another year.Oh please,if it wasnt for my folks.Broadrick can go kiss my natural born blast white ass.
You want me t shut up,fine you said so.Dnt go back on your word when you realise yourself speaking t an imaginary.Fucking harlots.