Well, I haven't watched Mulan is a very long time, by very long time I mean, literally over 5 years now. I'd watch the video, but internet won't allow it. Nothing on YouTube loads for me right now, it's frustrating, because Brian Haner released a new video and I want to watch it, but I can't. *cries*
:)
My step father said he was going to work out a payment plan or whatever.
Which is so weird of him.
He's not like that.
He's finally becoming a man and taking responsibility for his mistakes.
Pretty much yeah, it's not that he has to move, it's more like 'running away' from it all. He's take the kids and probably want my mom to go with him too. I'll stay, obviously.
It's something he has to pay, he should have been paying since '05, but apparently he hasn't been. So, they went to take care of it and he fucked up. And that's not the total either, because '08, '09, '10 didn't come in yet.
Belasting, like some fee, I don't know what its called in English, I can't think of it right now, but it's like inventory or something, I think.
It's what you have pay yearly when you run a business, 30% of what you collect yearly and since he hasn't been writing the papers down or something like that, the place puts a fee on it themselves.
So, maybe he got 10.000 dollars that year, but the place writes down 20.000 as a guess, then he has to pay 30% of that. The perks of handling a business, I guess.
And if you can't pay, they'll probably pound stuff that he owns. I don't know exactly how it's handled.
Yeah :)
Now, apparently my family have bigger problems.
My step father owes some place like over 20.000 dollars or something like that. He'll probably decide to leave Aruba and go live in Peru.
I, obviously, have to stay here...
He's such an asshole >.<
A legal guardian I guess
But, everyone besides my annoying aunt is works and I refuse to go with my annoying aunt. She drove me crazy when I asked her to help me send money via Western Union, as if it was her money, I was just using her identity. >.< No. Big. Deal.
My dad doesn't seem to understand that either.
He called me and was all "So, you can go apply for your I.D tomorrow"
Me: "But, I'm seventeen"
Him: "By the way, can you ask your mother if she can cook the fish tomorrow"
Me: O.o "Okay..."
MY MOM DOESN'T WANT TO GO WITH ME TO MY I.D
I'm underage, I can't just waltz in there, throw the paper on desk and go "hey, I'm here to get my goddamn I.D" IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY MOTHER, YES, I'LL BE EIGHTEEN WITH A TWO MONTHS, BUT I AM STILL OFFICIALLY UNDERAGE.
Son of a bitch. >.< Ugh, now if only my mom would read this.