bad parenting...

...there's nothing else to call it folks.

I'm gonna say this and then be done. I'm mad. Okay, when I was in high school, my curfew was 10:30... STRAIGHT up until college... It was so strict that my friends came over to my house at 10:30 from wherever we were and we played hide-and-go-seek, sardines, and tag and stuff outside of my house... it sucked royally. Well, it's 11:49 and my 15 year old 10th grade brother is JUST getting into the house. WHAT THE FUCK (yes, I said "what the fuck," not "WTF")??? And that isn't the only thing... not only is he just coming into the house now... but on his progress report, he had TWO Fs! NO SIR! How can he go out, much less stay out 'til midnight, when he is 15 and has 2 Fs? All I can say is, I am the smarter kid... I go to Clemson. My brother is making Fs. If he gets into Clemson, it will be because he can check that box that says "Relatives Attended Clemson." He's a loser... but I'm a loser for having had to come in at 10:30 until college. Oh, by the way... I'll be 21 in 2 months and 28 days... and my curfew now is 12.

Get me the fuck out of this house.