Still Hip

So I laid around in bed until like 1 today because motivation wasn't really my thing. I was awaken by my father clamoring around to show that he was awake and wanted to go eat Chinese food. I ate a couple of small plates because I wasn't remotely hungry and I feel like I wasted ten bucks but oh well. We went to the mall so that he could buy Morgan from Sevendust a Yankees shirt to keep buying his friendship next month. On the way he went on bragging about this new band he just heard of called Death because I left my mp3s in his truck. He's brought them up like four days in a row trying to namedrop them to me as if I don't know who they are. He's asked me where they're from and shit when I told him Tampa and he is under the impression that they are still alive and relevant so I didn't clue him in that Chuck has been dead for years. It'll be epic when he goes on to someone about how he can't wait to see them someday. We went to the mall and wasted time there and he went in to Spencers to read off old, dead quotes to me as if they were funny or didn't make sense. "Bitches get stitches" and other beaten to death phrases were still cool and new to him. It pains me to be around him in public because he's so fucking lost. I also bitched about old people being on facebook and he got really upset about that and bitched about my mom some more. That's pretty much it. My life is boring.