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after reading about clazziquai's problems with his dad, i thought to myself: that would never happen to me. well as always, God in all his wisdom decided to shit all over my luck as he always does. Here's the long story.
in the final quarter of my freshman year, i D+'ed my english class. Not a big deal for me. After summer started for me, i left with my best friend to go work at a job up in UC Santa Barbara painting houses. It was an alright job, we both got to manage a paint crew of Kazahkstanians and got hammered every night. We even discovered a nearby Native American casino and damn near lost our paychecks to blackjack. This job was supposed to last a 5-6 weeks and after that i would be able to buy a Glock. After 3 weeks, my mom in her whining and bitching told me to come home. I came back home 2 weeks ago. In the two weeks i came back, i haven't done jack shit because i had no car.
So this weekend, my friend that i went up with came back and had some news for me: the Kazahks might get fired because they refused to pay rent. Therefore, there might be a need for replacement painters and since i was already on the payroll i might as well go back with him. I ran this by my parents and at around 6 in the morning where i had no power to answer them they said "you're not going". Later on during the day, i called them and asked them and they gave me no legitimate reason to go up back. So my friend left without me and i was pissed because they told me you're not going and the reason: we're not going to tell you.
So later my mom came back and she came at me saying "oh you dont need to go again" and "its an experience you dont even need". I fired back saying i'd be more productive up in Santa Barbara. She said that if i was going up there to chill with Fatass (thats my friends name) then she wouldn't have a problem. So i say "fine i'll just go up there to hang out." and then my mom screams "well i don't like that neighborhood up there so you're not going".
at that point i said "i really dont give a fuck what you think anymore". so that led to her calling my dad and him saying literally "im coming home to murder you". he comes home and says the reason that i couldn't go back to work at that job was because "i didn't do my part". then that superdouche spent the next 5 minutes explaining to me that because i D'ed my english class, i wasn't allowed to work at this job and "you can't get what you always want"
I told him that was the biggest bullshit that he had ever pulled out of his ass and he should get himself committed. i then asked if i cant work that job then where can i work. and he said, "well the only place where we would be able to keep an eye on you would be at our store." that son of a bitch let my sister go to san diego for weeks on end to hang out with her friends and she had a lower GPA than i did (3.5 to her 2.8). of course, douchecanoe says "well she goes to berkeley so thats ok but since you go to riverside, that D is unacceptable".
at that point the conversation ended and i spent the most part of the night cursing and swearing at my mom and dad. and my sister, what the fuck is that bitch doing during all this? reading her fucking twilight books. she needs to fucking grow up.
 
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I used to have tons of fights with my parents when I started studying. Then I stopped getting crappy marks, and now they just let me do whatever I want to, and our relationship is much better. I mean, I'm not blaming you for getting D. I used to live on D's. All I'm saying is that the quickest way to fix it would be to get good marks for all your future subjects 
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On August 02 2009 18:04 theron[wdt] wrote:
after reading about clazziquai's problems with his dad, i thought to myself: that would never happen to me. well as always, God in all his wisdom decided to shit all over my luck as he always does. Here's the long story.
in the final quarter of my freshman year, i D+'ed my english class. Not a big deal for me. After summer started for me, i left with my best friend to go work at a job up in UC Santa Barbara painting houses. It was an alright job, we both got to manage a paint crew of Kazahkstanians and got hammered every night. We even discovered a nearby Native American casino and damn near lost our paychecks to blackjack. This job was supposed to last a 5-6 weeks and after that i would be able to buy a Glock. After 3 weeks, my mom in her whining and bitching told me to come home. I came back home 2 weeks ago. In the two weeks i came back, i haven't done jack shit because i had no car.
So this weekend, my friend that i went up with came back and had some news for me: the Kazahks might get fired because they refused to pay rent. Therefore, there might be a need for replacement painters and since i was already on the payroll i might as well go back with him. I ran this by my parents and at around 6 in the morning where i had no power to answer them they said "you're not going". Later on during the day, i called them and asked them and they gave me no legitimate reason to go up back. So my friend left without me and i was pissed because they told me you're not going and the reason: we're not going to tell you.
So later my mom came back and she came at me saying "oh you dont need to go again" and "its an experience you dont even need". I fired back saying i'd be more productive up in Santa Barbara. She said that if i was going up there to chill with Fatass (thats my friends name) then she wouldn't have a problem. So i say "fine i'll just go up there to hang out." and then my mom screams "well i don't like that neighborhood up there so you're not going".
at that point i said "i really dont give a fuck what you think anymore". so that led to her calling my dad and him saying literally "im coming home to murder you". he comes home and says the reason that i couldn't go back to work at that job was because "i didn't do my part". then that superdouche spent the next 5 minutes explaining to me that because i D'ed my english class, i wasn't allowed to work at this job and "you can't get what you always want"
I told him that was the biggest bullshit that he had ever pulled out of his ass and he should get himself committed. i then asked if i cant work that job then where can i work. and he said, "well the only place where we would be able to keep an eye on you would be at our store." that son of a bitch let my sister go to san diego for weeks on end to hang out with her friends and she had a lower GPA than i did (3.5 to her 2.8). of course, douchecanoe says "well she goes to berkeley so thats ok but since you go to riverside, that D is unacceptable".
at that point the conversation ended and i spent the most part of the night cursing and swearing at my mom and dad. and my sister, what the fuck is that bitch doing during all this? reading her fucking twilight books. she needs to fucking grow up.
Wait, you're in College and you let your parents dictate to you where you can go and where you can work? You are 18+ correct? Might sound harsh, but its time to be an adult and not let your parents control your life.
However, on the flip side you still live with your parents and the "your under my roof you do as I say" might apply, however they are pushing the bounds where you should strike out on your own. First things first, you need to get a car.
Also, don't dismiss the military. Free education (You can complete a BS in 5 years for free, sure it may take another year, but its free AND you get the new GI bill once you get out so you can pursue your PhD or Masters for free and get paid BAH while going to school), great life experiences, and a little kick in the ass to boot (The pay ain't bad either), and throw in free travel....It's not as bad as people make it out to be. (Just don't join the Army or Marines ~.^)
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aren't you 18? who cares what your parents say? if it's bothering you that much move out, get a that job, and find an apartment
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You go to Riverside?
Me too!
What's your major? If it's philosophy, let them know UCR is one of the top in 20th century continental philosophy and has a very strong analytic philo faculty. haha.
Sounds like a bitch, though.
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On August 02 2009 18:50 lokiM wrote:
aren't you 18? who cares what your parents say? if it's bothering you that much move out, get a that job, and find an apartment
Move out? Get an apartment? He's in fucking college, and they're paying for it. Of course he has to listen to what they say.
Quite frankly, I think it's worth putting up with the parents if they pay for your college. The feeling and sentiment "freedom", or being independent from your parents isn't worth pulling out tens, if not hundreds of thousands in loans.
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I guess I didn't read they were paying for his college D:
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Ahh fights with parents. Aren't they just the greatest?
Your parents need to realize that they won't be able to control you forever. But as long as you depend on them in terms of support there isn't much for you to do other than deal with it.
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Take it easy man.
Seems like your folks take life too seriously but I have to say chilling with anyone named Fatass can´t be good for you
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Something tells me there is more to this than just getting a D+ in English.
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your parents just care for you. its never a good thing to argue with your parents.
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OP, are you the oldest son?
The oldest brother/sister usually gets the hardest time, because they are special to the parents in a way that only the first kid can be. Also studies show that parents are nagging more at their oldest child than their younger sisters/brothers. Of course parents aren't aware of this behavior either.
Also grow a huge pair of balls and do what the fuck you want. Actually, get a part time job or whatever and pay for college yourself. I have no idea why people stand their parents being assholes to them
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Until you're paying for your own living expenses, and taking care of yourself, living under your own roof, you have absolutely no right to complain. Stop depending on them, run away, or get an education and then a job, and you wont have to worry about it any more.
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Your parents are retarded.
I WISH I had a work opportunity like that
What I don't understand is why your parents DON'T want you working and making money
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why is this titled mental sickness?
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Just get a job locally and move out ASAP. You shouldn't have to deal with that when you're in college. You're 19 (?) ffs...
Oh, and how the hell did your sister get into berkeley with a 2.8?
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she currently has a 2.8. and yes, this is more than just getting a D+ in english. Im the second oldest out of 3 kids. and although im 18 my parents still think im still some stupid retard who doesn't know anything about the real world.
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On August 03 2009 06:25 theron[wdt] wrote:
my parents still think im still some stupid retard who doesn't know anything about the real world.
How have you proven to them that this isn't true? Getting hammered every night and blowing your money on blackjack doesn't exactly make you sound like a responsible kid, especially when they're paying for you.
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On August 02 2009 22:38 Railxp wrote:
why is this titled mental sickness?
On August 03 2009 06:32 Jibba wrote:Show nested quote +On August 03 2009 06:25 theron[wdt] wrote:
my parents still think im still some stupid retard who doesn't know anything about the real world. How have you proven to them that this isn't true? Getting hammered every night and blowing your money on blackjack doesn't exactly make you sound like a responsible kid, especially when they're paying for you.
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