My dad came into my room and said, "Leviana, what are you doing?"
Dad: "You've been up here on your computer all day?"
Me: "Yes, that's exactly what I've been doing."
Dad: "What's wrong with you?"
Me: "Why would something be wrong with me?"
Dad: "What happened?"
Me: "Why don't you replay what happened downstairs and we can talk about it."
Dad: Walks away.
BLAH. I'm going to listen to Eminem to piss him off. He hates rap music. I'm nice and bitter. Even better, Kanye. Best, sing all the words to the rudest song on my iTunes really loud.