I hate it when...

---They feel the need to give me a bedtime when it has never worked in the past. Even when I was in fifth grade, I'd stay up late watching the Disney channel. I'd go to bed at 10 o'clock and lock my door and lay in silence for about fifteen minutes and then I'd cough to hide the sound of me turning the television on. I'd watch the whole night and they would never even notice.
---They feed me bullshit. Like when they say that things are only relevant to filipino blood. Bull. Like if I sleep late it'll be different for me than with an Indian teenager. Oh my friggin idol, don't they think I'm a little too old to believe that? Fuck. That infuriates me.
---I have anger, but its not that passionate anger. Its that its-okay-thats-fine kind of anger. But then I explode as if its the real stuff. And then later I regret it. I can keep it in. I can just walk away mumbling expletives to myself. I can just go upstairs and sit in my room and watch tv instead of listening to their stupid bullshit.
---I am having a great dream, like being a rockstar or its Vince and me or something, and then I hear my mom's voice saying, "Vaness, anak, time to wake up. Its lunchtime." And then I wake up and its ten o'clock in the morning. What the hell is that?
---There's a rad song. But then when you want to take the lyrics, you realize they really have nothing to do with you.
---You have to go this lame luncheon and miss all the fun your friends are having without you.
---You see a great movie but then some little bastards have to go and ruin it for you with their stupid opinions. And then you feel like such a lame-ass.
---You are driving in your car and you crave some tunes, but then you can't because the damn radio is busted.
---You are learning how to drive and your dad keeps yelling at you and your driver instructor would rather make stops at his stupid friend's house and pick his nose in front of you all day. Freak.
---You need a friggin date for prom but the person you want to go with is so unavailable. Or nonexistent.

P.S. PRJ, it could've been me and I didn't hear you? I did pass the band room on friday. I was all dressed up.
P.S. (again, I can't remember if its "PPS" or "PSS", whatever.) Brandtson is my new favorite band.