-- Posted by blufindr at 5:50 am on Nov. 3, 2008 You don't need to read all this, it's just ramble. I don't do as well as they did/wish to have done, so I'm automatically a shit student who should spend less time on the computer/watching Law and Order/thinking about my boyfriend. At least I passed. Yeah. I did hella better than half the people in my year level. Especially considering the shit that's been happening this year, you'd think Dad's partner of all people would be more understanding, but no. Dad doesn't even bother telling me off anymore, now it's her riding my ass for 100% Yo, just because I don't spend all day revising doesn't mean I don't do my shit. You work all fucking day, all fucking week. I read through my notes with Law and Order in the background, you do that all the time with your work and I don't see you having a bitchfit about that. And hey, in case you haven't noticed, I don't live with my partner. I should though, he seems to be the only person who gives a shit enough about me to indulge the fact that I HATE VIET SCHOOL. I know I'm Viet, I don't need to waste 120hrs a year learning more about it. Better that you people taught me instead of making me go somewhere I don't want to go. Just for the record: Those bonus VCE marks? Yeah, they only count if you do well. I'm not going to do well at a subject I hate. FYI, I happen to enjoy the company of my friends. The company of whom I've been putting off, so that you could have YOUR friends and sing YOUR karaoke so fucking loud we've had complaints from the neighbours before. And also because you seem to find it amusing to bring friends over without prior warning, whereas I basically have to have a timecard. It's not Dad anymore, it's just you. He doesn't like that I have Ben over, but he doesn't complain either. He doesn't do the whole "focus on schoolwork". I wonder why I do wish you'd listen to Adam. Say your piece and move on. Don't start dragging shit into it. I ask for a few friends to come over, 30 seconds later it's about how I'm lazy and don't revise or clean up the house? The floor is clean, you mopped it yourself on Friday. I don't find the need to have a sterile home environment, thanks. The tables are messy because it's paperwork that neither you nor Dad have the time to sort it. Dad, I understand, he's on a roster. But you? You choose to work for many places. "They need my help". Sure, the clinic's totally going to shut down if you don't go to work for one day. Help train a new person, then you don't have to keep complaining about how tired you are. "I need the money". Ohkay, fair enough. But don't whine about how hard you work for it, or how tired you are. I will indulge getting up to get you a drink or whatever, I'll indulge sweeping because you don't think it's perfectly clean yet, but I won't indulge you saying that I'm lazy simply because I don't want to do everything for you. I don't ask you to cook for me. Massive bonus, but hey, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm down to 1 meal a day. And that I can make myself, thanks. I like having you here, but I like it more when you aren't elevating yourself to the role of my mother. Oh, and also: Dad, my room is a shitpile because you have one of your filing cabinets filled up with junk in there. Considering the size of my room, that cabinet takes up a good 10% or more of usable space. You wanna get that shit out of my room so that I can put MY stuff in here? Instead of keeping it in the basement, so you can have a cry about how you don't have anywhere to study? Newsflash, you don't study anyway. Somehow, I manage to find time to study in between everything else. Somehow, I picked up the coping skills to ignore people when they're distracting me. You're 45, please stop acting like a child that I have to look after. I realise that this is really quite harsh. But really, if you want me to do well, the better option would be to NOT yell at me. I haven't yet lost my temper at any of you in the past 3 months or so. I've done hella good trying to keep that under control. Don't you go fucking it up now just because it's exam season. My exams. MINE. NOT yours. Worry about your own shit, pls.