As of right the fuck now, I am at the Cisco Ottawa Bluesfest. And it would rock if it didnt suck.
Mum and her creeper friend Rick or whoever dragged me along. So we get in the car, and go to pick him up. His face is like frozen on creep, he slurs his words, he smells like pot. He was sporting a beer and directions.
The directions were fine until we hit the 417. We were supposed to immediately get off at Holly Drive, but the directions were wrong, and we ended up missing the turn. So we kept going until we hit Carlington, which we would have turned onto off of Holly. So we follow Carlington until we realize that we went the wrong way. Start going the other way. Got aaaaall the way down to Bayshore Parkway, which is half way across the fucking city. We turned onto the Parkway and mom realized that the Bluesfest was on the OTHER side of the city, where I originally steered us to go. So she gets pissed off at me that I read the wrong directions right. What? Then she pulls into a gas station and gets out of the car to go ask for directions. This is when Creeper decides to DIAL UP THE CREEPY TO ELEVEN. HOLY SHIT. He grasps my chair from behind, and leans foreward and breathes; "So. When are you graduating from Highschool?" at me. FFFFFFUUUUUU. And as soon as mum gets out of the store, he slouches back.
So then we got on the Ottawa River Parkway and zoomed all the way back to exactly where we were supposed to be. She drove around for a while, bitching about there being no parking. Parked in a puddle (read; LAKE), so my sandals are all very uncomfortable and squelchy. And we huffed ass for ten minutes to get to the entrance to find that they didnt take cash for my ticket, and I would have to walk back to get one. BUT THEN! Some guy noticed our plight and gave me a ticket. YAYS!
So now I'm camped out in the internet cafe tent, LJing. Because I DONT WANT TO BE HERE OMG. I asked mum to drop me off at a theatre (WE PASSED THREE AUCH) but nooooo. Fml.