Unreasonable

I guess unreasonable parents and siblings are really no big news, but I'm pissed today, so you can read through my whining and bitching about the unfariness of the world!
Or you could skip this post.
I really don't care either way.
I just feel like ranting.








I forgot to print something out over the weekend, so I had to print it out this morning.
And guess what?
The printer worked and everything went along smoothly!
Of course not.
The stupid thing kept jamming, and it kept saying "Black ink cartridge is faulty or not compatible with this printer" or "Color ink cartridge is faulty or not compatible with this printer"
That ink has been there for weeks and weeks and weeks.
And it wouldn't print, and my mother completely flipped out on me.
I told her I could just write it down instead.
And then she hit me.
(Sorry for trying to not waste time)
But, seriously, it was only one page long, and it's not like they'd care if it was typed or handwritten. It was preliminary research for my article (it's on the cafeteria workers.) 
So then my mother scre... told me to put it on a USB and connect it to her computer. I pulled out the one for journalism, because this did have to do with my journalism work, but she got mad at me for doing that. She didn't even let me tell her that yes, this thing is for the school newspaper, so it's perfectly fine if I used this. I wouldn't think about using it if that were not the case. 


So then, she finally got it to print.
And then we had to leave for school.
I hoped and wished and prayed that she wouldn't be the one to drop me off today, but no! 
Mommy dearest had to drop me off, probably because she wanted to yell at me more, for being such an irresponsible idiot, and for lying that I had my homework done.
But it was done.
I'd just forgotten to print it.


And, of course, came my punishment. 
A month without anime. (It would be just from the computer, but I need it for school, and I barely use it for anything besides anime, anyway)
A whole month.
You know, I always thought a week was the standard punishment. 
But, nooo.
A month.
A whole f*cking month. 


Really, all it took was 20 minutes this morning, and it could have easily been fixed if she had just been willing to listen to me. But she's just the type of person who's always soo convinced she's absolutely right and won't listen to other people because, Oh, she already knows everything, no one needs to explain to her! Stop explaining, bitch!
But, seriously.
A month. Was 20 of her (slight, slight) suffering really worth a month of mine? Is it? Really? Somebody tell me honestly, yes, this is totally fair. You pissed off your mother and wasted less than thirty minutes of her precious time. So, of course you deserve a month of no anime. 
Somebody, please, please tell me this is reasonable
So I can hurry up and check myself into a mental hospital.
This isn't fair, is it? 
Is it?


Yes, I admit, I should have tried to print it earlier, that I shouldn't have just put it off and forgotten about it until the morning it was due.
I get it, ok?
I'm not an idiot.
But is this tiny bit of negligence really worth a month? 


It's not even the fact that I'll have no anime for a month. I can live with that. I mean, I'm more afraid that if I stay away from anime too long, I might never go back.
But it's the principle of the thing. 
A whole month? Just for that?
She seems to like doing it a lot, so it must make sense.
Am I just going insane here? 




And today, my brother was in a really crappy mood as well.
I really have no idea why. He's always set off by the stupidest things.
He came into the car, and kept talking and talking and talking, despite the tension in the air from me sitting beside my mother and knawing off my lip and trying not to smash my head into the window. And he came up with these ludicrous reasons for seeing "hallucinations" that seem to often invade his vision. (You're playing too many video games, idiot. Quit watching stupid YouTube videos. I promise, they'll go away real soon) 


So then my mother interrupted him, telling him to clean his room, since he'd be more likely to see things if his room's messy. And then my bro got all pissed off, muttering about how "This is why I always talk in mumbles, cuz you care so little about what I have to say that you keep interrupting me! If you don't care, why should I talk at all.... *mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble*.........."
   
Dude, if you care so much about what you're talking about, then ignore the fact that you've just been interrupted and keep talking. Every single other human being on this earth has seemed to have mastered that. So why don't you? And if you already realize that no one cares about the inane things that are incessantly spouting out of your damn mouth, then quit talking! Quit being such a hypocrite! (Yeah, yeah, not so convincing coming from me, but I'll openly admit that I'm a hypocrite, and surprisingly more hypocritical than others. Hey, don't judge. It's probably why you followed my blog. Not directly for my hypocrisies, but for the style of writing my hypocrisies generate. Feel free to deny, refuse, reject, refute and repudiate this as much as you want in the comments section :D)


And when he came into the apartment, he stomped into his room, probably disrupted the sleep of several dead folk sleeping feet below the ground (we're on the 1st floor, though I'm sure the people above us probably heard it, too) and then slammed the door hard enough to make the apartment shake and make me fear that the roof was about to topple down onto my head and crush the poor living daylights out of me.


Seriously, over being interrupted?


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And this ends the part where I rant and rant and rant and rant and rant endlessly about how unreasonable my mother and brother are.
How many of you actually read that?
I'm guessing 0.
I'm hoping 0.
If you have time to be reading the complaints of a small, shallow existence like me, you really might want to rethink your life.


Okay, so maybe a lot of my posts do consist of much, much complaining, but still. 
I dunno, I was just in a really, really, really bad mood today.


And then Are-chan asked me to buy a Bankotsu keychain for her, and I was like "Aa, iya da, mendoku sai..." (Don't wanna, it's a pain)


But then she said she'd go to a con and buy all this Black Butler stuff and flaunt it in my face to torture me.
And so, being the totally not-self-controlled, hot-tempered, impulsive idiot I am, I shouted out, "OKAY OKAY I'LL BUY IT!!! QUIT BEING SO MEAN TO ME!!!!!!"
And she refused to apologize for being so mean to me.
"I'm still getting Bankotsu, so I'm not gonna apologize," she said.
But I don't know if my parents will let me buy it...
Aah, stupid printer!! WHY WHY WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY DAY LIKE THIS?????????


It's all your fault anyway.


Mukyaa!! IT'S BACK!!!!


Quit making that weird sound.


What sound? Mukyaa?


Yes, that sound.


Oh... MUKYAA!!!!!!!!


Oi.
Anyway, you cant't blame the printer for it. It was because of--


THE PRINTER GOD!!!




Huh??


Yes! It's all because of the printer god!! He just HAD to make my printer NOT WORK and make my mother HELLA MAD AT ME for such a STUPID REASON!!!


Oi, quit acting like manga by DMP and putting emphasis on words. The readers'll do that in their head anyway. That just makes you look like an idiot.


Yes, I suppose. But it's very fun. You should try it. 
And I still say it's not my fault. Why does the Printer God hate me?


Oh, I can't imagine why. 


Fine, fine. I'll stop.