In a Rotten Mood (Vent)

I swear I wonder how the hell I wound up in this family.

Yes, as it says in the title this is a Vent journal because my mind is so scrambled from my parents' stupid argument, I can't decide on what to do to unscramble myself.  Bad part is, I'm just trying to work on two new marbles (a Beach Scene and an Opal Stone).  *frustrated sigh* Why couldn't I have obtained my career and have money so I don't have to be here?  Oh yeah, I got f*cked over on that one.

How did this start?  I have no damn idea anymore.  I despise their arguing with all my being; I try not to be around it.  But with no other place to work on my marbles, I'm rather screwed.  I think it started with my mom asking my dad if he had gotten these strut parts for her car (or maybe shocks...I'm not sure, but something vital rusted out pretty bad).  Dad pretty much jumped down her throat about it (because he didn't earlier in the week when he should've)...and shit hit the fan from there.  Trying to not pay attention, it somehow evolved to dad always switching the channels to his shows that he watches (Defiance, Dark Matter, and something else, I dunno) the second he walks in the door when he gets home from work.  Ma had pretty much dragged me into it saying I've complained about it (and it is really annoying when he does switch to his stuff; getting tired of looking up at the screen when I snap out of the laptop or 3DS to see a disturbing scene).  They go do their own thing or something, I dunno (you can see how badly I was trying to remain away from the crosshairs).

So dad steps out at some point, returns and chews me out bein' all "you complain about my shows; I should complain about how you don't wash the dishes ((referring to when I make lunch like ramen or rice or something I gotta cook)).  I should also remove your box since you don't watch your tv anyway."  Yeah, I don't wash out the pans or whatever when I have to cook in order to make lunch; kinda lost respect for them so I let the stuff sit there (I did wash the dishes when it was me and Kitten though...and like it's such a difficult thing to do, right?).  But the cable box?  Yeah, that he just wants something to be mad at.  I do use it when I return to my room at night, or if I go up early on weekends; it serves as background noise.

Basically, the whole day they've been like badgers, and of course dad going down my throat earlier only threw me into a bad mood.  Dad is basically being a child about it all at this point, unable to accept the fact he's wrong, and just...ugh.  Hey I got an idea.  Let's all band together, look for a rentable farm house with a barn and stuff, and move there and we can all be together and not have to be around all the bullshit on a daily basis!  *frustrated sigh* Yeah, I'm not exactly thrilled with anything right now.  I still got my Summer/Beach Marble to finish, and I'm getting close to completion; the Opal Stone is complete, I'm just waiting for the glue to dry.

Just...f*ck everything.  I don't need this.  Wars over his stupid shows.  Maybe if he would just ask first if we're watching something instead of just jumping the gun, it'd be different.  But it's every. single. night. he does this, and I have no idea how many are new or if he's watching repeats.  Just, gimme my anime.  At least that has more interesting shit going on.  And bonus, no gratuitous sex scenes!