I planned to apply for a volunteer job as a camp leader, but I found out it costs $150. I decided to give up, but I changed my mind again. I really love little kids, they're adorable. If I got the job, I can put it on my resume, and I'll have good experience with kids. Then, I can apply for a job at the ex when the camp is over! Great logic. Plan failed.

Daddy came home today, and as usual, he was exhausted from work. I was hungry at that moment, so I was making a Nutella sandwich. Daddy started looking at his mail, and one of them was about a court trial? I don't like knowing about these adult matters. Children should not run errands for their parents, such as canceling their parking tickets for them because the police made a mistake. I know I deserve to know, and I should know, as the oldest child in the family. I still feel really young, and I'm not ready to take in this lawyer stuff.

I can handle responsibilities though. Adult errands and average responsibilities teenagers should have are not the same difference.

I wanted to tell him my plan when he got home, but he seemed too stressed. Also, he hadn't eaten or showered yet, which he normally does when he gets home. He forgot he had a few more things to deliver in his car, and had to head out again to finish delivering those. He asked me to come along with him. His job is to deliver stuff, I'm not sure exactly what he delivers, but it doesn't pay much. We practically live off my grandparents' old age pension.
I feel spoiled yet at the same time, I feel like I have nothing.

Guess where else we went? BK. Burger King. At Midnight. Daddy promised he would buy my little step-brother a fish burger this weekend when he came over. It's the 'King Deal' on Fridays. (He comes every weekend, lives with his mom. My ex-step-mom. Complicated huh?!) My dad randomly started buying BK a lot recently. It's so unhealthy, and I'm probably getting really fat. I rage every time I have it for lunch at school.

Was so close to his house, I wanted to just jump out of the car and run over...

On the way home, we started chatting. It felt like a good time to talk to him, so I brought up my plan. when he heard I have to pay $150 for volunteer work (which means no profit) he said No. Then when I mentioned about getting a debit card, he said No. "When the time comes..." WHAT TIME?! I'm 15! Almost 16! All my friends have a debit cards. My dad just can't seem to let go of the little girl that I was, and let me grow up and take on responsibilities. I know he's just really worried, and cares about me. His mind is stuck on the fact that I'm a teenager who wants things like cellphones. He probably thinks I'll go on a shopping spree when I get a debit card. When I was looking at cellphone plans, I wasn't even looking at texting plans, or looking for unlimited texts like most people. I was thinking about suggesting a family plan to my dad, so we can call each other for free. He can check up on me all the time. Of course a part of me wants to have private chats on my phone with my friends, but can't he trust me? I can keep track of my minutes and everything.

I also tried explaining to him that I'm PRO of Key Club, but my chinese fails. I couldn't come up with any convincing arguments for getting a cell phone. I've tried talking about getting one before. (If I get a job, I could pay for it myself. He even said no to that, while my grandpa even said it was a great idea.) As an exec of Key Club, I lead events, and I will need a cell phone for communication. Plus, I need a cell phone to apply for jobs, because 1: Employers might call me while I'm not at home. 2: Grandparents don't understand English. @#!!

I really can't stand this, I feel like I'm caged. No freedom. I've never even been out of Toronto. Well, except for Niagara Falls-- I've been there twice. Although I didn't get to play any games, and we didn't go for the hotel either. No responsibilities.

Rawrawrawr.
/endrant.

~LC♥