Happy freaking New Year.

Man, my parents really suck. My dad is mad at me because he thinks I'm ignoring him and my mom, and because I woke him up at 1:30 last night washing my hands. So, he's not even speaking to me, and he told my mom to tell me that John and I can't hang out at my house tomorrow because he's off work and "doesn't want to be bothered". Oh, bite me.

Well tonight, my mom, Michelle, John and I were supposed to go to Old Market Square to watch the New Year's fireworks show. It was their idea. I just thought it would be fun. Ha, I was wrong. So, Mom and Michelle went down there before did; I waited for John to get off work. When we got there, it wasn't really crowded. There was a band playing, and there were a couple tents set up where you could buy food. John and I walked around, and we we ended up walking up Main Street to see if Joe's was open. We just wanted to be inside and watch the countdown in Times Square. No luck with that though. Nothing on Main Street was open, so we had no access to a TV or anything. We went back to my mom's car and tried to sit with her and Michelle, but they weren't being any fun so we just went back to John's car. Luckily, we found an AM radio station that was carrying the Times Square countdown. So, we didn't completely miss the midnight mark; we just didn't get to see the ball drop. Anyway, after the fireworks show (which wasn't all that great), my mom and Michelle came over to let us know they were leaving. John and I asked my mom what time I was supposed to be home, and she said 1:00. Excuse me? By then, it was already 12:20. We tried to negotiate with her, but it didn't work. She wouldn't change her mind. So we just left and went over to Naia's for a few minutes.

I'm pretty mad about the whole thing. I mean, my mom pretty much ruined New Year's for me and John. And she knew he'd been gone to Georgia for 3 days. She knew we wanted to spend time together. I just don't know why she was being like that - unless it's because Michelle was with her and she just wanted to act like a mom who was 'in control'. Whatever. It just pissed me off. I mean, New Year's Eve is over. It's all over. It's 2009 now, and we missed it all thanks to my mom. I know there's no point in staying mad about it, but I just wish I could rewind and do it over again. I wish we hadn't gone downtown. Oh well. It's all over. Maybe next year will be better. Maybe. But I still have to wait 364 more days to find out.

And the worst part? BOTH of my parents are off work tomorrow. BOTH.

Happy New Year.