Thanks, guys. As if I didn’t feel awful about this whole thing already.
I want to go. There is no doubt in my mind that I will do whatever it takes to go. But I already feel pretty bad about asking my parents to take me to Hershey in the middle of August.
Okay, I did feel bad. But then I told my mom about Mixtape Fest, and her answer included the words “maybe we could go for the weekend” and drop me off at the concerts, then take the rest of the fam. to Hershey Park.
After hearing this I went to my room, fell on the floor, and silently thanked just about every person I could think of. Then I got up, looked at my Knight Board (my bulletin board is filled with pics of the Knight brothers :), and said “NKOTBSB Baby!!!”. It was an extremely exciting night for me.
BUT THEN I get home from school the next day and check my Twitter (as usual). Before I went to bed the night before, I tweeted that my mom said we might go to PA for Mixtape, and that I was excited. So when I check my mentions,MY DAD TWEETED ME AND TOLD ME THAT I WASN’T GOING. I was SO MAD.
First of all, my dad DOESN’T EVEN FOLLOW ME. And I don’t use my full name on Twitter, so he would have had to have memorized my handle. That’s just creepy. And if he DOESN’T FOLLOW ME, does he just randomly check my account to see what I’m saying? I DON’T UNDERSTAND.
Secondly, my parents got home and my dad asks “Did you get my tweet?” I said “No,” so I wouldn’t start screaming obscenities and totally lose my cool. But then my mom said “So you’re telling people that you’re going somewhere when you’re really not?!”
I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs (but thankfully, I didn’t).
Not only does my dad tell me throught Twitter that I can’t go see NKOTBSB, but then my mom totally changes her story and tells me that I’M LYING when clearly I am repeating EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID TO ME.
My tweet said “might”. MY MOM SAID “might”. SO HOW AM I LYING? Also, it’s not like I was telling EVERYONE that I’m going to Mixtape. I TWEETED that I MIGHT go. It’s not like half of my followers care what I’m saying anyways. And I used the word “MIGHT”. UGH.
So this is my life: MY DAD BREAKS MY HEART THROUGH TWITTER. I GET IN TROUBLE WITH MY MOM FOR REPEATING WHAT SHE TOLD ME.
I don’t know if her first “might go” was some CRUEL JOKE, but I have been SUPER ANGRY for the last 20 hours. But guess what? I’M NOT SHOWING IT. Because if I have ANY CHANCE of getting to Hershey, I have to try my best. Normally, at this point I wouldn’t even be talking to my parents. But it’s worth it this time. Instead of yelling, I’m smiling. Instead of sulking, I’m cleaning. And I’ll be damned if this doesn’t get me to Pennsylvania.
Because pre-sale was this morning, and public on sale is next Friday. And if my parents aren’t going to let me get tickets next Friday, they can count on being in the worst possible situation ever: having A CONCERT TICKET DEPRIVED DAUGHTER.