Apparently, if I don't leave the house before ten, I'm stuck home for the rest of the night. What's a would-be insomniac to do?

So guess who reacted a tad violently to the roadtrip idea? To be honest, this is just what I expected would happen, which is why I put off asking for so long.

The main problem--excepting the arrogance with which my father approaches every argument--is my economic situation. Since I haven't even started working, my dad thinks that taking "7-10 days" off in August would be bad idea. "Need to work, earn some money", as he rather incoherently put it.

Well, the economic thing is of course no big deal; it's my time and my money, unless we're talking about college -in which case it's my time and his money and I sound like a hypocrite from a certain twisted perspective. So I didn't exactly argue about my potential loss of earnings, didn't really bring it up at all.

I did say that I thought it was only 5-7 days, not 7-10, which only reflects on my continued, half-voluntary ignorance when it comes to this whole Road-Trip thing. And I tossed out a paltry response to the job thing, reminding him that I had made $120 at Schaeffer's. Deaf ears, you understand.

Well… yep… you see, this whole thing is going to be quite the ordeal; getting him to agree to Germany was hard, getting him to go for the Spontaneous Roadtrip 2001 was hard, and this could be just as hard.

And--now this is the part where you get angry with me--I'm not sure it's worth it. I'm sick of arguing with my dad. It requires talking to him, and trying to understand his point of view, and all kinds of logistical crap I'm not up to. He does have a point; it's two days there, and two days back (and it might take longer than planned, if anyone else can't go, can't get off of work, etc), and we want to stay there for a bit too, so it would mean a lot of missed work for someone who's only got about two months of potential work-time left.

Ugh. Anyways, I know it will be fun, especially without the bitterness and hate--who can hate anyone around Arno?--and I'll try to get permission, but I'm not going to strain myself. This place gets pretty uncomfortable when I'm having one of these week-long arguments with my dad.

(Have I written something like this before? It sounds familiar)

On the plus side, I've already managed to get permission for some grand and exciting (though in no way compensating for the roadtrip and yes, I know that if I can't go we can't use The Deathtrap, but you may not need that much vehicle with only four or five people and I do need to use The Deathtrap to get to Appleton with for three more years after all so maybe adding another cross-country-size trip to the odometer isn't the best idea) things this summer, and, if I don't end up going on the roadtrip… well, hopefully there'll be some intangible reward.

I always have such a problem with asking. I shouldn't be living on permissions… where's Flo?

Once again, ugh. I don't enjoy flaking out, though I do do it quite often (the patented 'instantaneous transport system' is just a mild example of such typical disregard for the time, effort, and enjoyment of others), and though others (Dylan, for the uninformed) have already opted out, I apologize for my lack of sacrifice here. It's time and effort I just don't feel up to spending, at the moment, I guess, maybe. By Monday I can give a definite yay-or-nay if you need to figure out transportation soon.

And I'll try to make it up to y'all. After testing the waters, I know I can get permission to use the cabin and/or to go to Canada without too much trouble… this is that plus side that doesn't make up for the Roadtrip, but it's something… I'll talk to my dad again tomorrow, but this is just an ugly rant on where things stand now.

Later.