RAGE!!!
For about 3 weeks now my parents have done nothing but bitch and moan about how I don't help around the god damn house. While the hole time my sister does jack fucking shit. This week alone I have done every god damn chore in the fucking house and then this weekend I try to take some time for myself and play World of Warcraft and every five god damn minutes someone is at my door goin' on about something. I did the dishes /again/ I've ran an errand for the family multiple times today and my money is tighter than theirs. Oh and that brings up this little fun charm. I got laid off about a month or so ago. Since then my folks have gotten gradually pisser, acting as though I quit the job or did something to get myself fired rather than LAID OFF!
Now tonight after all the shit is done I decided I'll log out of WoW and go upstairs to play DS actually be with the family. I make the comment that the picture I wanted to put in the cat photo frame ornament that was bought for me last year is unobtainable because it's on the phone of mine that will not turn on. My mother says "well then take another picture." Well fucking DUH but the picture I WANTED is unobtainable. I wasn't saying that I don't have a picture to put in and can't get one I'm stating that the one that I fucking WANT can not be gotten. My sister asks me what picture that is and I tell her it's the one of Remy (my cat) and Cameron (my boyfriend) cuddled up together. She responds "But the frame says 'my cat'" as if I didn't fucking already know this it's only been in my possession for a god damn YEAR now. I respond "yes but Remy /is/ in the picture as well." I mean really one it's my god damn picture frame I can put in it whatever the hell i please. If I want a picture of a monkey's ass in it then for Christ sakes i'll put a picture of a monkey's ass in it! Two all I did was make one simple statement I didn't need everyone's god damn input on the matter. Three I'm sick and fucking tired of being treated as though I'm some retarded fucking 9 year old.
For instance. Sometime ago I burned incense in the house, Nag Champa, and my mother came downstairs complaining that she couldn't breathe. First off this wasn't the first time I've burned incense or oils of ANY kind in my room. But NOW suddenly it's a big problem so my mother the drama queen comes downstairs hacking and gagging and clutching her throat and painstakingly tells me to not burn that stuff again. So I got rid of the Nag Champa and never bought it again. Just a couple days ago I burned some incense cones because my room was smelling musky. Two hours later my mother returns home and asks "What did you burn?!" Asking as though I burnt food in the kitchen. I tell her that I burned some incense couple hours ago and SUDDENLY the she can no longer breathe. She opens every door in the house and every window as well. For an hour and a half every door and window to our home was open and then she finally shut the doors to leave and return to work. BEFORE she returns to work she sends my sister to inform me that if the weather gets bad close the windows, fucking duh. Then she calls me and says "if the heat kicks on close the windows." I tell her OK and return to my room only to be called not even a full minute after that to be told "the windows need to be closed before 4pm today." I'm pretty sure a mentally handicapped person by now could understand that the windows should be closed very soon. They finally leave and they aren't out of the house a good two minutes before I receive a phone call, from my mother "Oh the dogs are outside." OH MY GOD /REALLY/ so that is what has been barking incessantly for the past 10 minutes out in the backyard! THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME! Now for my favorite part I am fixing to go to Macon for some reason or another and I receive a text from my mother, it's 4pm "You need to close the windows in the house now." I tell her that the windows have been closed for sometime now I'm nowhere near as stupid as she's been treating me lately. I get the response "we need to talk after I've had time to cool down." OH MY JESUS CHRIST! So when I get home what is the talk about? About what cause Asthma and why I shouldn't burn incense anymore. Not how they've treated me like a dumb ass. No about how incense is killing them. Didn't even want to discuss the fact that she told me in THREE different ways within the span of 2 minutes how and when to shut that god damn windows!
Today I post on facebook that i plan on playing WoW and watching Legend of the Seeker all day. I get this passive aggressive bullshit fucking comment from my mother about how she has to do groceries, lesson plans, clean the house, and decorate. Yesterday I blew off the deck and driveway, did the dishes, vaccumed, and what not. As far as I knew that was it for the list. Not to mention all this past week I have vaccumed the house, cleaned the bathrooms, emptied the cat's box, fed the damn dogs (of which I don't own a one), ran to the shed picked up things for HER job, took shit from her job BACK to the shed, on their lunch break went BACK to the shed to get some more things and took them to where she works. I've also had to take what little money I'm getting a week and pay my father 117.50 out of my 141 to help them pay income tax on the house. I have a credit card payment due on the 7th and then again on the 30th. I was also told by my dear mother that I don't have any responsibilities to worry about. Well let's see I have to maintain an 85% average in my class in order to get the hall to pay for my books and get college credit so if the union does fold or I decide to leave I won't have to go back to college. I have homework I have to do. I have to some how fit my own god damn life amongst doing all the chores around the house. I'm stressed, I'm tired, and I want some god damn time to myself. But can I get it no, am I expected to give them what I too desire yes. This morning I was awake at 9:30 because my father was loud and obnoxious with the dogs. When I get upstairs the first words out my mother's mouth are not "good morning" or "sleep well" or any other such pleasantry it was "Wow you're up early!?" as if it's some sort of feat! Bloody hell woman for about 5 months there I was up an hour before EVERYONE and out of the house. Not to mention I was at work an our before them and when they finally started working I had already been bending conduit, running conduit, cutting conduit, and so many other things for half an hour. Though I think that's being nice I'd go out to the job site at 6:00 and start at 6:30 they'd get to work at 7 no telling when they actually have to start doing work. Then after working 10 hours I'd come home and get bitched at for not wanting to do dishes or lift a finger and only coming home and bolting down to my room. I'd pull 60 hours a week sometimes 70 sometimes even 74 and get treated as though I do NOTHING all week.
Sure I'd come home and immediately go to my room. Because my room is where my computer is. Where I check my email, facebook, and myriad of other sites. Then I'd go shower, eat, do homework, and go to bed. I'd never talk to anyone cause talking to my mother when the laptop screen is open is like trying to skip to the juicy parts of a video while it's still buffering. It's worse when my father has his open and the two of them are playing WoW because then they both have headsets on and their talking in ventrilo. Now not only are they not paying any god attention to what you're saying their responding. When you ask for clarification for their response cause it made no sense to you they get snippy and rather shortly inform you they are in vent. Excuse the fuck out of me I thought you guys wished to know what the fuck was going on in my life not was going on in Azeroth! Have I told them that I'm passing my class? No. Have I told them that the first hands on test we had I not only passed but did exceedingly better than the ENTIRETY of all the first years. I'm not just talking about all the first years of this year I'm including those from previous years. I bent a stick of conduit that had to have a 10" 90 degree stub, back to back 90s 20" apart, followed by a 4" inch offset. He handed us a stick of conduit and a foot bender and said have at it. Mine was flawless! The stub 90 was exactly 10" not a hair more or less. The back to back 90s were EXACTLY 20" apart and the offset came up an exact 4 inches. It didn't roll, pinch, dog leg, nothing. Every inch of it was level and exact. I haven't mentioned a word of it to my parent's because what would they care. It has nothing to do with WoW and it's not printed on their god damn screen so why bother.
Now I'm sure you're wondering why the rant? Because I just came downstairs after the picture frame fiasco because my mother was bitching about how everyone is fighting. Not everyone is fighting, I'm being attacked every day because everyone is treating me like I'm stupid and I'm fucking SICK of it. I wasn't fighting to begin with my sister was trying to start something I stated a few obvious things and all of a sudden I'm starting a fight. REALLY but then again I seem to keep forgetting that my sister is the blessed one that can do no wrong. I've been complaining about the state of my phone for about 5 months or more now. The screen on my sister's phone is suddenly shattered and everyone is fawning over her and trying to find ways to fix it or get it replaced. This going on while we are in Dublin dealing with the passing of my grandmother. That weekend I made about 6 trips from Dublin to Warner Robins. When I was in Warner Robins it was my job get online looking for a replacement phone and then my job to go to AT&T asking questions about it. As well as make sure the train shit for my father got to our neighbor so his parts can still be in the show, feed the dogs, clean the house, check mail, so forth so on. I haven't ONCE gotten a god damn thank you or anything. Instead I'm left to figure out how to fix and or replace my god damn phone. My sister on the other hand gets to upgrade her phone off my father's upgrade. I'm stuck till June 2012 to get a new one because my mother gets her's in April and wants to upgrade and my father is taking my sisters in March since she took his this month. I however am stuck with a rinky dink piece of shit from Samsung. Oh but wait I haven't even received it yet so I actually have a fucking Centro that's so god damn small you'd think it's a Barbie phone. Oh yeah and my DSi has been shipped off A SECOND time. I am so sick and fucking tired of the god damn world taking a shit on me. I really and trully am
AND THE TRASH CAN IS FULL!!! *punt*
Now tonight after all the shit is done I decided I'll log out of WoW and go upstairs to play DS actually be with the family. I make the comment that the picture I wanted to put in the cat photo frame ornament that was bought for me last year is unobtainable because it's on the phone of mine that will not turn on. My mother says "well then take another picture." Well fucking DUH but the picture I WANTED is unobtainable. I wasn't saying that I don't have a picture to put in and can't get one I'm stating that the one that I fucking WANT can not be gotten. My sister asks me what picture that is and I tell her it's the one of Remy (my cat) and Cameron (my boyfriend) cuddled up together. She responds "But the frame says 'my cat'" as if I didn't fucking already know this it's only been in my possession for a god damn YEAR now. I respond "yes but Remy /is/ in the picture as well." I mean really one it's my god damn picture frame I can put in it whatever the hell i please. If I want a picture of a monkey's ass in it then for Christ sakes i'll put a picture of a monkey's ass in it! Two all I did was make one simple statement I didn't need everyone's god damn input on the matter. Three I'm sick and fucking tired of being treated as though I'm some retarded fucking 9 year old.
For instance. Sometime ago I burned incense in the house, Nag Champa, and my mother came downstairs complaining that she couldn't breathe. First off this wasn't the first time I've burned incense or oils of ANY kind in my room. But NOW suddenly it's a big problem so my mother the drama queen comes downstairs hacking and gagging and clutching her throat and painstakingly tells me to not burn that stuff again. So I got rid of the Nag Champa and never bought it again. Just a couple days ago I burned some incense cones because my room was smelling musky. Two hours later my mother returns home and asks "What did you burn?!" Asking as though I burnt food in the kitchen. I tell her that I burned some incense couple hours ago and SUDDENLY the she can no longer breathe. She opens every door in the house and every window as well. For an hour and a half every door and window to our home was open and then she finally shut the doors to leave and return to work. BEFORE she returns to work she sends my sister to inform me that if the weather gets bad close the windows, fucking duh. Then she calls me and says "if the heat kicks on close the windows." I tell her OK and return to my room only to be called not even a full minute after that to be told "the windows need to be closed before 4pm today." I'm pretty sure a mentally handicapped person by now could understand that the windows should be closed very soon. They finally leave and they aren't out of the house a good two minutes before I receive a phone call, from my mother "Oh the dogs are outside." OH MY GOD /REALLY/ so that is what has been barking incessantly for the past 10 minutes out in the backyard! THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME! Now for my favorite part I am fixing to go to Macon for some reason or another and I receive a text from my mother, it's 4pm "You need to close the windows in the house now." I tell her that the windows have been closed for sometime now I'm nowhere near as stupid as she's been treating me lately. I get the response "we need to talk after I've had time to cool down." OH MY JESUS CHRIST! So when I get home what is the talk about? About what cause Asthma and why I shouldn't burn incense anymore. Not how they've treated me like a dumb ass. No about how incense is killing them. Didn't even want to discuss the fact that she told me in THREE different ways within the span of 2 minutes how and when to shut that god damn windows!
Today I post on facebook that i plan on playing WoW and watching Legend of the Seeker all day. I get this passive aggressive bullshit fucking comment from my mother about how she has to do groceries, lesson plans, clean the house, and decorate. Yesterday I blew off the deck and driveway, did the dishes, vaccumed, and what not. As far as I knew that was it for the list. Not to mention all this past week I have vaccumed the house, cleaned the bathrooms, emptied the cat's box, fed the damn dogs (of which I don't own a one), ran to the shed picked up things for HER job, took shit from her job BACK to the shed, on their lunch break went BACK to the shed to get some more things and took them to where she works. I've also had to take what little money I'm getting a week and pay my father 117.50 out of my 141 to help them pay income tax on the house. I have a credit card payment due on the 7th and then again on the 30th. I was also told by my dear mother that I don't have any responsibilities to worry about. Well let's see I have to maintain an 85% average in my class in order to get the hall to pay for my books and get college credit so if the union does fold or I decide to leave I won't have to go back to college. I have homework I have to do. I have to some how fit my own god damn life amongst doing all the chores around the house. I'm stressed, I'm tired, and I want some god damn time to myself. But can I get it no, am I expected to give them what I too desire yes. This morning I was awake at 9:30 because my father was loud and obnoxious with the dogs. When I get upstairs the first words out my mother's mouth are not "good morning" or "sleep well" or any other such pleasantry it was "Wow you're up early!?" as if it's some sort of feat! Bloody hell woman for about 5 months there I was up an hour before EVERYONE and out of the house. Not to mention I was at work an our before them and when they finally started working I had already been bending conduit, running conduit, cutting conduit, and so many other things for half an hour. Though I think that's being nice I'd go out to the job site at 6:00 and start at 6:30 they'd get to work at 7 no telling when they actually have to start doing work. Then after working 10 hours I'd come home and get bitched at for not wanting to do dishes or lift a finger and only coming home and bolting down to my room. I'd pull 60 hours a week sometimes 70 sometimes even 74 and get treated as though I do NOTHING all week.
Sure I'd come home and immediately go to my room. Because my room is where my computer is. Where I check my email, facebook, and myriad of other sites. Then I'd go shower, eat, do homework, and go to bed. I'd never talk to anyone cause talking to my mother when the laptop screen is open is like trying to skip to the juicy parts of a video while it's still buffering. It's worse when my father has his open and the two of them are playing WoW because then they both have headsets on and their talking in ventrilo. Now not only are they not paying any god attention to what you're saying their responding. When you ask for clarification for their response cause it made no sense to you they get snippy and rather shortly inform you they are in vent. Excuse the fuck out of me I thought you guys wished to know what the fuck was going on in my life not was going on in Azeroth! Have I told them that I'm passing my class? No. Have I told them that the first hands on test we had I not only passed but did exceedingly better than the ENTIRETY of all the first years. I'm not just talking about all the first years of this year I'm including those from previous years. I bent a stick of conduit that had to have a 10" 90 degree stub, back to back 90s 20" apart, followed by a 4" inch offset. He handed us a stick of conduit and a foot bender and said have at it. Mine was flawless! The stub 90 was exactly 10" not a hair more or less. The back to back 90s were EXACTLY 20" apart and the offset came up an exact 4 inches. It didn't roll, pinch, dog leg, nothing. Every inch of it was level and exact. I haven't mentioned a word of it to my parent's because what would they care. It has nothing to do with WoW and it's not printed on their god damn screen so why bother.
Now I'm sure you're wondering why the rant? Because I just came downstairs after the picture frame fiasco because my mother was bitching about how everyone is fighting. Not everyone is fighting, I'm being attacked every day because everyone is treating me like I'm stupid and I'm fucking SICK of it. I wasn't fighting to begin with my sister was trying to start something I stated a few obvious things and all of a sudden I'm starting a fight. REALLY but then again I seem to keep forgetting that my sister is the blessed one that can do no wrong. I've been complaining about the state of my phone for about 5 months or more now. The screen on my sister's phone is suddenly shattered and everyone is fawning over her and trying to find ways to fix it or get it replaced. This going on while we are in Dublin dealing with the passing of my grandmother. That weekend I made about 6 trips from Dublin to Warner Robins. When I was in Warner Robins it was my job get online looking for a replacement phone and then my job to go to AT&T asking questions about it. As well as make sure the train shit for my father got to our neighbor so his parts can still be in the show, feed the dogs, clean the house, check mail, so forth so on. I haven't ONCE gotten a god damn thank you or anything. Instead I'm left to figure out how to fix and or replace my god damn phone. My sister on the other hand gets to upgrade her phone off my father's upgrade. I'm stuck till June 2012 to get a new one because my mother gets her's in April and wants to upgrade and my father is taking my sisters in March since she took his this month. I however am stuck with a rinky dink piece of shit from Samsung. Oh but wait I haven't even received it yet so I actually have a fucking Centro that's so god damn small you'd think it's a Barbie phone. Oh yeah and my DSi has been shipped off A SECOND time. I am so sick and fucking tired of the god damn world taking a shit on me. I really and trully am
AND THE TRASH CAN IS FULL!!! *punt*