So I get home and go shit shit shit shit epic rage incoming from parents, and get straight to work. Work work work work work work.
I’m in the clear, I’m working on math at 9:30, I’m being told to go to bed (something I might actually do at 10:00 given the circumstances…) and
Both of my parents come out of their room off the grades website like Hussein bolt melted some large abombination from starship troopers. Or like some bull running at me, a brightly colored fail student. Except for two large horns, it was brandishing a disgusting quantity of bullshit to throw at me.
In any case, as soon as I heard the ominous pounding you only hear in lord of the rings, I knew I was fucked. I quickly closed Wikipedia windows (I waste all my time there, you know), my email, and even ironically in panic MY ONLY WINDOW WHERE I WAS WORKING. Both parents came out, and initiated to talk about my worthlessness. The normal response to their antics is to act like a shitproof surface, and just wait. Unfortunately, they came with a memorandum… I think of something that would help me in school or they keep me up all night, prevent me from doing anything, and blame me for their sleep loss. I came up with some ideas, but they didn’t take kindly to any of them. Some of them included.
1. Working harder
2. Cleaning up
3. Becoming more organized
4. Dedicating a fixed portion of each day to studies
5. Getting off teamliquid permanently (err, what a lie rofl)
At this point I’m legitimately thinking what I can say to get them off my backs. They, like firebathero, are too annoying for me to ignore. My desk with my computer is tiny, and with the speakers and monitor there is about no available space to work.
(Imagine that with a textbook, a calculator, pens and pencils, etc) I think “I’ll move it to my room, where I have much more room on my desk” This is met with hell no, all you’ll ever do is mess around blah blah blah. Eventually, they got tired and fell for some equally bullshit of idea of what I’d do, but this does not compare to the idiocy to follow.
At this point, after being yelled at and barbecued for literally 3 hours, I’m fairly well… pissed off.
So apart from going and listening to the roomie version of I’m not a witch (epic btw)
I decided fuck this, I’m moving the computer into my room. Sooo I took my computer, unplugged it, and moved it under my desk, covering it with a sweatshirt. At this point I realize my parents would sent me to slaughter for this, so I return to
I wake up this morning, hoping they haven’t noticed. WOOT THEY havn’et. Then I think, what the fuck can I do with it, if they actually realize it’s gone I”ll be screwed, and I can’t use it in there in any case. (I’m a bit of a retard) (I also actually own my computer) I get back from school, study in my room, basically refusing to reply to my mom’s snyde comments that I never study. (All the hell she ever does is listen to PBS world, which our tv station just dropped much to her ranting and dismay.)
+ Show Spoiler +
PBS World is a 24-hour digital channel showing documentaries, current affairs, and history programs
So at this point I’m just so pissed I say let’s make this all in. I take the monitor from the computer desk put it in my room, take a picture, MARVEL AT THE AWESOMENESS. Sit down. Stare. Smile. Gaze, directly into the sweet twin fans of the front of the antec 300 case…. To be awakened by my mom coming down the hall (again, think lord of the rings.) At this point I just say whatever. She comes in, yells at me, the elderly bassoon teacher with my brother looks at her like she’s a bitch, but that’s not that surprising. She then stops talking and states that she is incredibly angry. At this point I noted she looked like one of those world champion sumo wrestlers. I say, well, I only had it to “see what it would look like” She responded by saying YOU KNOW I DIDN’T WANT THAT ALL YOUD DO IS SCREW AROUND
I just facebed (not facepalm, I think I was carrying something) and put up with a 10 minute lecture about how now she can’t trust me, and about how my doorknob will be removed. I now I have a three inch round hole in my door….
She left. Don’t know for where. She has no friends. My aunt kicked her out last time she left because of me. Anyways, the logistics aside, she returned with the disclaimer “On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the maddest, I’m at a trillion.” Ignoring this obvious logical flaw, she then proceeded to the heart of this deeply woven story, with the well phrased, poetic (though not in iambic pentameter verse of “I need to leave again, because I can’t see you. (I didn’t think I was THAT ugly o.O) If I see you more I will do something and the police will be here. Why be soft. I want to kill you and bash in your skull. I want to bash your head into the door. I want to kick your face. I WANT TO (hand motions included) BREAK YOUR NECK
I just sat there with the following look on my face:
Given that these kinds of events happen fairly frequently, this will be the first blog in a series of many. Feel free to post comments, advice for writing, and whatnot.