Because of the issue with my bank cards, my dad offered to order my plane tickets for this semester break for me while I get everything straightened out.
I told him I couldn't leave until the 22nd or 23rd of December, and told him (bad idea) when classes started up again (18th of January). The conversation went like this:
Dad: "So you can fly back the 17th?" (Dad is all excited)
Me: "Well, I wanted to be back in Butte a few days before classes started." (This is my fault, since I should have said, "I want to be back in Butte a couple days after New Year's")
Dad: "So the 15th?"
Me: "How about the 14th, so I can make Mass the next day." (I don't care for the Catholic church in Cedar City. I should have said the 4th or something.)
What am I going to do for two extra weeks in Cedar City?!? After about the third day or so I get so bored, depressed, and frustrated with the people there that I'm not a lot of fun to be around. Dad knows this, and he's retired, so he can come up and visit me any time he wants. I just don't understand why he insists on keeping me around when he knows (and I definitely know) I'm going to be unhappy. I don't mind visiting my parents; I mind where I visit my parents. At least they're moving to Twin Falls soon. (As in, within the next year)
OK, A) You're going to be hanging out with me DUH! and B) They're moving? What the hell? When am I going to get to visit you if you're never here? Suuuuure make me go to Butte, I see how you are!
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