Where's my daughter?

My dad has been noticing that I've been coming home later and later than before. His been contemplating about inserting an electronic tracking device into me ...like an APV monitor. :p lol. Can you imagine? Maybe I should have a walkie talkie glued to my hips and a dog leash attach around my neck, that way my dad's anxiety would alleviated and my life...well what life? Im nineteen and Im still living with my parent. I truly feel like a grown-up now. Bite me!