First off, I'm usually the one out of my friends that never has a date ,ever. So i'm talking to my buddy on myspace and i posted some stupid chain letter about homecoming and he said he'd take and im like, ok, sweet, im going to homecoming with one of my hot guy friends [[i was very excited about it because i never have a date to like anything]] So, i ask my parents today if i can go to homecoming and they said no. They wont give me a single reason why, just the fucking stupid excuss "cus we said so" If they thinks its because im gonna like fuck someone at homcoming ,then thats just gonna piss me off so fucking much. I dont do shit with guys, my sister alaina is the one who always has to have a bf to hang all over and shit. I want to strangle someone im so pissed. Im a freshman and this is my first fucking high school dance and they are being total fucking dickheads about it.
see i told u you should have taken me to freak out the folks..lol but sweety that really sucks i know how much you were lookint forward to it & had that cool dress all ready & everything i hate that cause we said so bullshit all i can say ids try asking them why they dont want you to go, but ask thekm calmly dont get upset just ask them politely to explain theyre reasons if you ask though with an attitude your bound to get that same respomnce but if you ask maturely, calmly & with a willingness to listen to theyre reasons you might just get an honnest reply & be able to discuss it & maybe convince them to let you but u will need to keep your temper under control when u talk to em i hope they do let you good luck..hugs tell sis & hannah & everyone i said hi
i did ask them calmly but they are being dicks and i did have everything ready. the Dress, how i wanted my hair, what shoes, bracletes and necklaces. Now i cant even go. I think im gonna write my mom a letter explaining why i wanna go and everything. I mean come on, this is like the first time a guy has asked me out on a date , im always the one who askes and they hardly say yes. I really wanna go!
Homecoming will probably be a bummer, anyways. Do something more productive with that night. Like go to the library. Or, if you're just looking for a little action, take the guy with you, and then make out in the basement. If your local library doesn't have basement stacks, a back row of bookshelves will do just fine as well.
How come people manage to get dates on myspace when i can't even manage to get a real date in the real life. Yeah right, i love her ,eventhough the odds are strongly against me, but still this sucks
Well, he kinda a dick [[the guy im suposed to be going with]] Me and him have gone out twice before and everytime i invited him somewhere, he didn't show. Ever, so now, i dont really give a damn. But i think my friends and i should all go get dressed up and walk arround the town and stuff
the only problem is, that my rents are assholes and i doubt they will let me do shit, so i will have to change their minds for them or something
Yeah, church kinda hates me and they look at me weird when i walk in + Going to a movie would be more fun than staying at home with my crazy parents
Ahhh... You're parents are overprotective. But they're not the craziest parents in the world. I mean, me and my old man got into a fist fight over an argument over nhl teams once, and I consider my folks pretty normal and decent.
over hockey? Jesus Bananas! i dont think its because of protection or what ever, they aren't big on that, they know i can kick a guy ass. I think its because they think im gonna like fuck my date or something
The whole "fuck your date" thing doesn't make any sense, and I doubt that's the issue. It really wouldn't be any easier for you to sleep with a guy on homecoming night than any other saturday night. You could lie to them anytime and meet up with a guy when you say you're at a friend's house.
I was sixteen, thought I was tougher than I was, threw the first punch and he hit me back so hard I went to the hospital with a concussion. We were both really drunk haha. Yeah, that wasn't in reference to fighting per se, but more in terms of something bad happening to you.
