Last Night of Vacation

           Tonight is the last night of my April Vacation. You'd think I'd want to be out partying like a crazy person. Not really. I just want a friend to sleepover. However, my room is a mess. Like completely. So I started cleaning it, making good progress. Then I looked at my phone and saw a text from my friend, asking if I was free today. I haven't showered yet and I'm still in my pj's, so I didn't reply, and decided to ask if she could sleepover tonight, and have her come over later when I'm presentable. Seems fair, I'll tidy up my room and everything will be fine. So I ask my mom, and she sais ask your father. I ask him and he sais no. I asked him why, it's not fair, blah blah blah all that. He sais he doesn't want anyone to. But meanwhile, my brother's friend is walking through the door. I ask how it's fair that his friend can come over, but mine can't. He sais there's a difference, that he didn't want anyone to SLEEP over. Wow, Dad. Wow.
           
           I pestered him for a while, as a joke, but still hoping he'd say yes. He said no, because I "broke a deal with him" like months ago. MONTHS. I told him that to move on, and that if I didn't get my room tidied up, I wouldn't ask. But no. I don't see how that's fair. I really don't. My brother ALWAYS gets to have his friends sleepover, come over, he gets to do whatever he wants. But not me. I'm stuck in the corner of my room with the lights off creeping around Facebook. Lucky me.

          So my dad sais, why don't you sleep over her house? I told him I can't do that forever. I don't WANT to. Her house is just as messy (if not more) than mine, and her brother is incredibly annoying. Like, we couldn't watch Jaws when he was UPSTAIRS because he was scared. He is in fifth grade. FIFTH! That's eleven years old!!! But, that's a little harsh of me, so I'm letting it go. But she's also really shy, so it's always a bit awkward there. Besides, I never really ask for anyone to come over, I always ask to sleep over other people's houses, and my dad always sais no, that until my room is acceptable for someone to sleep over here, I'm not allowed to sleep over anyone else's house. I hate to break to you, both Mom and Dad, but my friend's don't care how messy my room is. They care if we have FOOD.

        Yes. Prior to SOOO many people's beliefs, girls don't have "sexy pilowfights" or makeout with each other, or any other cliched thing at sleepovers. We eat. In enourmous amounts. You say "I'm getting a bit hungry..." and next thing you know we're piling ice cream into our mouths. Then we watch a movie, eat some more, watch another movie, eat some more, maybe do our nails in a ridiculous way, eat more, ninja test, sneak out of the house, eat more, then, maybe, just maybe, fall asleep.

        I know. It's a huge surprise. I mean, maybe some shallow, cliche, preppy girls do the stereotypical thing, but not my friends. We eat twice our weight, then complain about how fat we are. So interesting, I know. So, anyway, my night tonight will probably consist of me watching some stupid movie, or TV show, eating ice cream, then falling asleep and sleeping until 11 tomorrow morning. Did I mention it's THE LAST NIGHT OF VACATION???!!! UNTIL SUMMER??!!! Yea. Aren't my parents great?? So, because I know it's useless, I am on my computer like the lazy butt I am, complaining. My parents will probably try to get under my skin, saying, well maybe if you'd made an effort we would have said yes. Cut the crap. That's BS. I've tried that before. I'm always going to have to do something else, something more, just one more thing, to do anything. Thanks for RUINING my teenage years.