things were horrible yesterday..
we got our pool set up. its a 15 x 4 metal frame but.. i have never seen my dad freak out more.. so my brothers and my friend were getting the pool set up. we got everything done (my dad was gone at the bar) he comes home and is like 'wft.. the ground cover needs to be more over here; take the pool apart. blahh blahh' & to my surpirse he ONLY yelled at me not my brothers but ME! so im like 'noo we spent over an hour getting it set & its only like 2 inches. wow!' & then he just starts cussing (at me onlyy!) and i had an idea for us four to lift the pool and then my dad could move the floor cover & we did. it worked.. and he wanted to take apart the whole pool. pshh!
but then he steps inside the pool and says theres a rock & that I didnt clean the ground well enough so we have to take it apart. im like wow... and so i told my friend to leave cause i was already scared of my dad as it is.. & i dont want her there when hes all shiytt.... anyways we take it apartt & there is like a rock smaller than your pinky nail on your toes! im like wooooooooow wtff!? then he made us put it back up and we got done at like 9:30 at night.. ughh.
i really really hate himm & he didnt wanna buy anything. we NEED sunscreen.; nope he wont get anything. but whatever. vanessa might come over tomorrow and swim with us...? saturday; amusement parkk (: