Rebel

I want to sleep. I was about ready to go upstairs and plop into bed when my dad comes up behind me and says, "don't stay up too late. You've been staying up really late recently and it's not healthy."

Normal person response: "Okay dad, you're right! Thanks for caring enough to worry that I'll become a miserable insomniac who stays up all night watching Becker which is for some reason always on tv! I'll go to sleep right now!"

My response: *angry fuming silence*

But I have LOGIC! See, I'm angry because I actually HAVEN'T been staying up late recently, so he doesn't know what he's talking about. Second, even if I WAS staying up late, what's wrong with that IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER? I have no problem with being nocturnal. As long as I actually get sleep.

But I really wanted to sleep. So I waited until my dad went upstairs, then I used my super sneaky skills to creep upstairs and pretend to just be going to brush my teeth. And then, when my dad went downstairs, I sneaked out of the bathroom and into my room. Except now my dad thinks I am sleeping and thus believes he has won. BUT HE HASN'T.

Only, I'm afraid to go downstairs because he is down there and what if he's finally had enough of me and is waiting to kill me and that was his plan all along because he knew I would want to contradict whatever he said?

So here I am, huddled in bed, furiously tapping away at my iTouch screen.

I need to stop being such a rebel.