Dad says to me on the way home from G-lessons, "You can't be on the computer until 2 in the morning anymore. I don't think you should be on it so much this summer." I said, "why? I have nothing else to do." He said, "Read." I said "I'm not always in the the mood." He said, "Yeah, well, make yourself." I said, "That's like me telling you to read." (He's literally never read a full book) He said. "No it's not because I'm not a reader." I said "It's the same if I'm not in the mood."

Then apparently last night my sister had a tantrum about her computer she got for graduation being in my bedroom. "I have to take Beth's computer out of your room because she's a whiny bitch who's not gonna use it herself and it's gonna sit in a box for the next ten years while you have to use the shitty computer that takes 5 minutes to load a page and 10 fucking minutes just to turn on," is basically what my dad said, without the profanity.

Then I told him how Joe said he could see why the Cd Burner wont work. My dad asked, "How old is he?" I said, "15." He said, "uhh.. I think we'll get someone else." I was like what the fuck. I said. "He's good with computers, he's like Andy." He said, "Then we'll get Andy." He's such a fucking ass. I hate family.

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