What a Waste.

I imagined it, todays blog. Filled with spontaneous fun and excitement.
I woke up at 12 today (after my mom bugging me, ew) and did pretty much nothing but slug around, which was perfectly fine with me. I started learning When You Were Young and then my mom calls and says the cousins from sacramento are coming over. So woo, we have a great time with my uncle and he takes us to all these cool places like guitar center, a buddhist temple, my cousin sharons house because it was her birthday and we gave her a happy meal, yada yada, with lots of jokes thrown in. But then i go home, and my parents SUCK. They yell at me like they always do. MY whole family's against me, and my parents like my sister more. And it really doesnt help that she always says something on their side. And what i really hate is my dad STARES at me. and its like, wtf did i even do wrong? And then my parents always say that im YELLING. Sometimes its because they cant friggin hear me, and sometimes im not even yelling! And my mom has the NERVE to say "parents can yell at their children as much as they want, and children have to be sweet sounding". SWEET SOUNDING? Do you know how hard it is to sound sweet when you're absolutely pissed off and smad, because every time they talk to you, its the LAST STRAW? Earlier I was walking through the room and
Dad: Wheres the calculator?
Me: I dont know.
DAd: WHY ARE YOU YELLING? YOU'RE TALKING LIKE YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ME.
And I wasnt even yelling! What did i do wrong? I didnt know where it was, whats the problem?
And I continue to explain that to him, but he cuts me off and says DONT YELL AT ME. and then cuts me off again and says SPEAK IN VIETNAMESE. When i dont even KNOW enough viet to say things like that. And all the while, he;s doing that STARE. THe last time I said why are you staring at me, he just yelled WHAT? I CANT LOOK AT YOU? WHAT?
And this just sucks ass, cuz he said i talked to him like i dont want to talk to him, AND DUH. WHY THE F*** WOULD I WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO YELLS AT ME ALL THE TIME? THERE IS NO F***ING WAY, THAT I CAN TALK SWEETLY TO SOMEONE WHO IRKS ME, THAT. MUCH.

And my whole family, they just say... Jeez, why are you so loud? Calm down, jeez. I HATE THIS.
Oh wow, my dad just came in and smiled. THen I looked away and he goes "see? isnt this better? if i smile then you smile and its all great. who needs to say what what what. " FUCK YOU.