  Ok, I am totally with the Fresh Prince (and DJ Jazzy Jeff) on this one...parents just don't understand. I am so tempted to just leave my house and live out of my car right now. I've got to get out of this prison that has become my home!
I must admit, recently, I did win a small battle in that I am going to Louisville, but seriously, what is so wrong about wanting to have a social life? Everybody's doing it Dad. Dad, he's driving me crazy...I just want to ERR! punch something. I'm really trying not to cuss here but it is quite difficult. Last night we fought for 3 hours about me going to Louisville and this morning we fought for an hour about a map. Not kidding. A fuckin' map! He said that the baseball fields were directly lined up with Nunn Hall at NKU's campus or some shit.
I said they weren't, and in my defense, which I technically don't need to defend anything because I was right, I think I know NKU's campus just a little better than him. He went off for 30 minutes about how he was right because he's never wrong...I don't know, I wasn't listening because I knew I was right. I lived there all summer, dammit, I would know. All he had to do was pick my sister up from a volleyball camp.
That was it. It was the first time he's had to pick a kid up since I've had my license and he bitches at me about directions and the inaccuricies of a rough sketch of a map that I drew? Let's grow up just a little bit, ok? More to come... 
