When asked about how my day today was....

My dad is hurting which means he's going to be pissed off and looking for a reason to throw a fit, my mom is uptight because dad is in pain and he refuses to see a doctor and there's nothing she can do for him, which means that she'll try and pick a fight with me since she can't win a verbal altercation with my dad.

Mom has implied new 'rules' which say that I can't go on my Vegas martial arts trip unless I get all B's in my college classes, which I know isn't going to happen in biology. Maybe in writing and psychology, but I know the best I can try to attain in bio is a 'C'

(Yes, the grade is going to be my fault. Then again, there's that old saying 'there are no bad students, only bad teachers." and this teacher definetly fits that bill. Anyway, don't rag on be about this. Like I've said, this is a VENT RANT. I'm just doing it to help expel my negative emotions so that I can focus better. Getting this kinda stuff out of my system really really helps me)

They're both nagging about my room and how I need to do homework, but every time I do one of the other, the other parent will come to my room and bitch at me that I'm not doing the other thing (either cleaning or doing homework) and want to change my activities. Not too long after I switch, the other one will come up and bitch that I'm not doing anything, and that I need to switch AGAIN.

Meaning that I'm constantly changing what I'm doing about every 15 minutes, and that I can't get much done on any one thing because I'm not doing it long enough to concentrate on it. They finally quit though. So at least now I can focus on doing one thing in peace. Kind of.

And to top it all off, now my parents are saying that I"m the reason that they have to have the small gas station.

Both of them hate working up there, as it's long hours six days a week.

The original reason that they bought it was because mom was tired of living off of savings and wanted a job to bring in some income. So what does dad suggest? BUY A FUCK MOTHERING GAS STATION.

The ironic thing is that I told them not to do it, and even acted out WORD-FOR-WORD MIND YOU, on what would happen, and the exact things that they would say after they owned it and got tired of it.

And I know that up at the gas station, it breaks a little over even. It hardly pays for itself.

Now they're saying that they own the gas station because of me, and that they need to put money away for my college, which they don't. I'm not going to mention anything as far as our financial state, but it is safe to say that we're not in money trouble, and that they have put enough money away for me to be able to go to school for at least 4 years.

Bottom line: I am their excuse for buying the station in the first place, when I made sure that they understood my opinion and where I stood about the subject.

You just don't blame your kids for that kind of shit. And you especially don't get to blame me. No. That's not how it works, or how things go.

Fuck no. You don't get to  blame me for it, and say 'oh, well, that explains our reasoning.' No, it does not.

And so, this whole thing has brought me to a new emotional discovery and conclusion.

I will NEVER forgive.

I will NEVER forget.

This applies to my idiot parents.

I may forgive, but I shall never forget.