w e l l ~ B L O G ~ t o ~ y o u ~ t o o !

08 December 2003
Warning: Rant below  
I got in a lovely argument with my parents. Well, a non-argument, I suppose since none of us actually spoke. Of course, I'm getting freaking sick of having to give up my Sundays. And it's not that I would do much on Sundays, but my father comes in, sits down on the couch and puts on a football game REALLY FREAKING LOUD and changes between that and a Steven Segal movie also REALLY FREAKING LOUD. And my mother putsies about and has that expressionless expression and if she can't putsy then SHE ties up my computer. Of course, I don't like using my computer when my parents are about because then I get the expressionless expression over my shoulder, which irritates the hell out of me. So yesterday, I went up to my library to read, incredibly pissed off because, well, it's MY house, but I have to be the one to retreat to a tiny corner. And then mom calls that they're leaving, and before I get downstairs, my father slams the door in my face.

Joy.

I'm sick of them not having a house, and them coming to my house and takig it over. I'm sick of the entire aura of them making judgements about every insufficiency and flaw in my house. I'm sick of the fact that they come in, take over, and expect me to be happy about it. I'm sick of the fact that it seems as if they disapprove of me having a social life outside of them. I'm sick of not having a day to relax and starting the week all tense because I have to dance attendance on my parents. I'm sick of it all and just want my house to myself! I don't want the questions and judgements, and just to volunteer what I want to.

GAAAAAAAAAAAH!

BAH HUMBUG!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 07:51