RANT....

grawrg. what's wrong with my dad. so today when i got home from rehearsal i went to get a snack cuz i was effing starving. there were two almost-empty bags of chips. i grab one and pour out its contents.

dad: finish the other one too
me: i'll eat it tomorrow
dad: eat it now cuz there's not much left.
me: i dont like eating a lot of chips. i was gonna have some cookies with this
dad: *humph-ing sound* i know you don't like these chips but you have to eat it anyways
me: no...i like them. they're doritos. i had them last week also.
dad: then why can't you eat them now HUH!?
me: cuz im already eating these chips and i dont like eating a lot of chips
dad: i know how you think. you never eat the chips when it gets to the bottom of the bag.
me: whaaaat?
dad: don't argue with me
me: i'm not.....i said i'll eat the chips tomorrow
dad: that's only because i told you too. if i didn't tell you to eat them you would never eat them
me: i'm eating one bag of leftover chips today aren't i? i usually dont eat chips that much anyways. i only eat them once a week or so.
dad: i told you not to argue with me! i already know what you're thinking! dont' forget to eat the chips tomorrow.
me: i won't
*dad turns around to the sink*
me: fuck you

i dont think he heard me say that last line, which is good. i dont know what he'd do if he did hear that. throw me out of the house i suppose.

i seriously do not understand if he has some sort of mental condition or if he's just flat out dumb. i have no clue why he got mad. usually i can understand if i incite him (which i do sometimes for the fun of it. it's amusing to see his eyes get all bug-eyed and his voice get hella high-pitched), but this time i cannot FATHOM why he got mad. he wanted me to eat the leftover chips which i have NO problem doing. in fact i was doing it that second. i planned on having the other bag tomorrow. and then he gets mad that i dont like doritos....which is totally untrue cuz i do like them. then he gets mad cuz he thinks that all i do is eat chips then leave the leftover crumbs for him. first off i always eat the crumbs if they're there and second of all i only ate from the dorito bag ONCE. and according to him im being all selfish and greedy and not eating the crumbs after "devouring" the bag of doritos he claims that i dont like.

i swear he has fucking problems. something's wrong with him.

my dad’s always done stupid stuff. but this year it just pisses me off more often. i think it's cuz i feel so effing suffocated in this house with him in it. i'm about to go to college and im sick of putting up with his crap. It’s time for me to get the hell out of here.

I hate letting my dad get to me cuz I hate being mad. It’s such an icky feeling. And plus I don’t even get mad easily. It takes a lot for someone or something to make me mad. It’s just all the stuff my dad has done keeps on snowballing. So when I get mad I’m not much fun to be around. And I feel all shitty that my friends have to talk to a bitchy person who’s bitter at her dad. Argh, I hate it.

And NOW my dad’s trying to talk to me like it never happened cuz in his eyes it never did happened. He doesn’t see anything wrong with what he said. So after he gets all mad and yells at me he goes about his day like there was no conflict while I’m fuming in front of the computer.

I’m going to do my homework now.