God fucking dammit.

Today, dryland training became open not only for former varsity swim members, but also to anyone that the head coach Dan personally asked to attend. I was one of those who he asked to attend. To get an understanding how much of a coveted honor that is, you should know that I didn't believe he was asking me at first, and that some people who aspire to joining varsity and have been training with them were worried about what it might mean for them to not be asked.

I told my dad that's what I'd be doing tonight and he said, "Alright, I'll drop you off for the training right before I take your brother to his music lesson." But as time drew nearer, he decided to get bitchy and become uncooperative.

-"Dad, we need to go now if we want there to be enough time for you to drop me off and then take david to his lessons."
-"Just give me a few more minutes to wash these dishes."
-"Okay, you're done, can we go now??"
-"Be patient, I still need to take a shower."

After all that, we all get in the car, and almost all the way there he's like, "Doesn't look like there's gonna be enough time for me to drop you off." Then he starts counting down the minutes. "5 minutes till the lesson starts, looks like I won't be able to drop you off.. 4 minutes, how do you expect me to drop you off now?... 3 minutes, looks like you're not going... 2 minutes, great, now you've made your brother late, too." By this point, he's basically yelling at me, like I had something to do with making him mad, even though I hadn't said a word the entire time. "WHY DIDN'T YOU WASH THE DISHES SO THEN I DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THEM? THAT WAY WE WOULDNT ALL BE LATE TO WHERE WE NEED TO GO. SORRY, BUT YOU CANT GO TO TRAINING." Why didn't I wash the dishes? Because you had told me to fucking go study Chinese, instead.

So I didn't get to go to the training, and I had to sit in the car while my brother was at his lesson. You've got to be fucking shitting me.

Is there even a doubt that I'm pissed?