I'm breakin' the law!

Quick update, because I'm in the Language Lab and should be watching some Italian flick about some dude with a weird sense of humor (all Italian movies ever created summed up in a nutshell...add a woman with lots of cleavage and you have a box-office smash on your hands). Last night I dreamt that Ricky Gervais and Lucy Davis from "The Office" showed up at my house, which was apparently located in Florida. Only thing is I kept on calling Ricky "Nathan", as in my homefry, Capt. Tightpants himself, Nathan Fillion from "Firefly" (the movie of which will be hitting big screens near you in early 2005). It was odd. Then Lucy and Nathan Ricky started to head outside but there were, like, these MASSIVE bugs (yup, Florida; gotta love it). So Lucy freaked a little, and I freaked a little...and then, after I finished gushing over them like a damned fool, they signed a copy of The Office: The Book (which I *don't* own), only thing it looked like Jon Stewart's America: The Book (which I *do* own).

Weird. I should try not ingesting so much coffee during the day. And I should probably try going to sleep before, say, 3:00 AM.

Same old song

When I was walking from the bus stop I hesitated a bit in entering the house. I didn't want to have to deal with a ruckus being raised over something as mundane as the dishes being unwashed or the food needing to be put away. I've been going for 15 hours. All I wanted was to eat, go to my room, shower, and watch some TV. But my father ended up being an ass over something even MORE mundane than the household chores. He went off on me for (get this) rinsing the dishes I use with boiling water from the kettle before I utilize them.

Now, normally, if he'd started his bullshit I would have listened, shrugged, contained my anger, and walked away. But today's been fucking long. And I was anticipating this shit, dammit. I didn't *want* to have to deal with it. So I asked him what the big deal was, and wondered how in the hell my rinsing of the dishes were hurting him. He said it showed to him that I thought that, a, people in the house didn't wash dishes properly or, b, that I thought everyone else had diseases or something. And it was the most ridiculous reason I could have ever heard emitted from his mouth, and I told him as much. Honestly, if he'd said something like "You're wasting kettle water for something that probably isn't effective" I could have nodded at his logic. That's most likely true, but it makes me feel better. That's why I do it. But he's never logical, and what he says goes. I couldn't take it. I'm tired of taking it. I just started arguing with him.

It was a waste of time. It's always a waste of time and an exercise in futility, but I (foolishly) never seem to lose hope that he won't be such a total ASS and listen to what other people have to say. I was so angry I was literally shaking. Of course there was no resolution. He shouted at me to buy my own dishes and wash them and rinse them with hot water to my heart's content, I told HIM that a number of the dishes in familial rotation ARE mine and I will continue the rinse routine, then he went upstairs for something. I heard him telling my mother about what had transpired in a pissed off tone, and when he concluded with "let her get her own place" I shouted out "I will!" Somehow I don't think he heard that, though.

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I need to get out of here. You should never find yourself *hesitating* to enter your home because you want to avoid stupid pointless arguments. Never.