My weekend

Well it all started on friday before a lick of snow even dropped. My original plan was to go pick up my refund check and catch a ride home with a friend. So i decided to notify my father and he just gets all bitchy for no reason. He kept asking me what would i do if i came home and i was like the same thing i would do if i was at school do some work and chill. So he was like don't come home. he decided to complain about how would i get home. I was like i already have that handled. I honestly don't know why he's worried about all this stuff because he never ever pick's me up from school and he never except one time brought me back to school. Times like this i really wish my mom was still alive cuz she would have probably come home. The older i get the older the more respect i'm losing for my dad. it's like ever since i went off to college he act like i can't go home. I need to get close with one of my relatives around the way cuz if it's really that big of an issue for me to go back to my own house then i rather not be there. Later on friday i decided to hit a party up on campus. It was pretty fun i mean nothing different from any other college party. One thing that i still don't understand til this day is why do girls go to parties and not dance @ all. like that defeats the purpose of partying. towards the end of the party i guess a fight broke out,all i saw was a couple of bloody shirts and one guy layed out on the floor trembling. So today since it's a blizzard i'ma just do a little homework and join this snow ball fight later on today.