I can't stand him.
His "music room" is RIGHT next to my room, and he never goes in there unless I'm trying to go to sleep.
I never even agreed to this shit anyway.
When the fuck did I say that he could do this? He goes in there and pumps up his amps, and turns on thrash metal.
Then he starts like hXc screaming.
I'll be like half asleep, and he's like growling and I wake up shaking and crying because it scares the shit out of me.
FUCK no wonder I'm so mad and I sleep like shit.
I'm going to bitch to my dad about it tomorrow.