Throwback!

The other day, my mother pulled out her millions of scrapbooks. I was paging through them and thought two things. "aww" and "ew. why."
This is a picture of me and my dad at the beach, looking fabulous as ever!
As cliche as it sounds, my dad has always been one of the biggest supporters in my life. Although i'm more of a "mommys girl" and the fact that my dad and i bud heads a lot, im glad to say that i have him in my life.
Even though he listens to the worst music ever, i can still appreciate him for trying to listen to my favorite bands... and for hearing my hysterical tales of the every concert i've ever been to.
Theres not much to say about my relationship with my dad besides the fact that no matter what mood i'm in, how many facial piercings i have, or how "mean" i am to my brother, he will always love and support me in everything i do which means a lot.