What a shitty shitty weekend.

I've got time off at the moment because my work has been shut over the xmas period, and new years. So, I thought I would go and see my dad in London. We haven't had the best of relationships, I cut him off 2 years ago, and only recently (june 2008) got back in touch with him.

question why I got back in touch with him.. his whole life is fucking pathetic, and so is he. He is 46. He lives in a room, no bigger than my bathroom, in a house which someone else owns, and 3 other people live in. When I go there, I don't sleep on the couch, or in a spare bed, no I sleep on the floor in his room with a blanket to cover me and a few shitty cushions. I'm 18 in 2 months, I don't want to be sharing a room with him, plus neither do I want to be sleeping on the floor when its minus 3C outside and he refuses to have the heating on.
So, what did we do.. lots of fun interesting things, (seeing as I don't see him very often)? No, on Saturday he dragged me to see one of his relatives who I haven't seen since I was 9 years old. I don't know her well at all. Shes Greek, just like my dads side of the family is and for 5 fucking hours I sat there bored shitless while they talked away - in GREEK! I don't fucking know Greek, I was born in ENGLAND. I tried to join in the conversation but oh no, she didn't understand a word I said.
So, at about 5pm we left, only to go to YET ANOTHER relatives house. Luckily, its my untie, who is amazing, nothing like my dad, even though they are brother and sister. We got there, and the first thing my dad said was "oh can we watch the Sweeney on ITV4 please?" Just encase you don't know, its a black and white police drama. My cousins were there, they are 10 and 15 years old. They didn't want to watch it, nor did me, my untie, or uncle. So I suggested we watch Shaun of the dead. My dad got in a complete strop, he was fucking acting like he was 5 years old. He refused to eat any of the 5 pizzas we ordered, drink any of the beer my uncle brought, or even WATCH the film. For 2 fucking hours he turned away from the screen and sulked like a 5 year old.
I went in the kitchen with my untie and uncle and I was talking to them about what I should do/say seeing as me and my dad had to get the tube home later on, and she just told me to ignore him, maybe put my headphones in and listen to music. Then she asked what I had been up to, and I told her fuck all, hes dragged me round relatives all day. She went SKITZ. She got him in the kitchen and asked why he was taking his 17 year old son to see relatives when I only see him once every 2 months, maybe 3? He said he had no money which then erupted into an argument.
Basically, the reason he has no money, is because he used to spend £140 an hour on prostitutes. He wasted away his share of the money he got from when my parents divorced and sold our house in London. The only reason he stopped was because he got a girlfriend in Hong Kong. Now, let me tell you about her. She doesn't talk much English, she lives in hong kong, and shes only the 2nd relationship my dad has ever had in his life, my mum being the first. Hes seen her twice, and they've been "dating" nearly 2 years. Nothing of him, no pictures, wall messages, even relationship status is set to single on her facebook. Am I the only one who thinks hes desperate, and she doesn't give a fuck?
Anyway, he shouted at my uncle, asking him what he would do with my cousin if he was 17 as well, and my uncle said probably off the top of his head 20 things? I won't lie, I sat there fucking sad and jealous because my uncle would do anything with his kid, and the most my dad can think of is to take me to boring ass relatives.
I went home.. and sat on the train, with my headphones in, really upset. To make matters worse, he swore, out loud, in the middle of the tube; "FUCKING HURRY THE FUCK UP" simply because the tube driver stopped at a station, opened the doors and let passengers get on. He refuses to have any form of anger management, and tells me to shut the fuck up if I say anything close to getting help.
I got back to his, at about 1am. and it was freezing cold.. "can you put the heating on dad?" no, waste of money. So, I laid on the floor, in his room, freezing cold in my jeans and t-shirt, wrapped in a blanket and tried to sleep. I couldn't.
ALL I wanted to do, was to talk to someone.. text someone.. but my phonebook has 4 telephone numbers in it, because yes, I have no fucking friends.

Sunday, He dragged me out to see his mum.. ugh.

I'm fucking bored shitless at home, I went to London thinking I would be entertained, but I just ended up bored as always.

Fuck this shit.