My dad is ranty today because my younger brother (eric, though I'm sure you'll remember) made him angry last night. I'll chronical the events of today. Earlier when I was to go to work after we all pitched in and shoveled the driveway, what a good family we are, I asked my dad if I'd drive to work or if he needed the car and wanted to drive me. He poceeded to tell me "God-damit Andy I told you I need the car. You can't take it to work." Later he took me to work. After work daddy picked me up and told me we were going to target for a minute but changed his mind. And I told him I was going to go get candy while we were there. He was nice and made up a reason to go to the gas station, saying he wanted a soda fountain pop, so that he could get me a candy bar. He got me something and got mom something and me another something, and said that he wouldn't get anything for Eric, becuase he was a brat. In the car he mentioned Eric again, even though I had stopped participating in the conversation, and told me about how Eric said something to him last night that set him off. I'd easily say both sides are at fault, my dad's not that bad. When we get home the remote isn't with the tv and so dad gets angry and yells at us for losing the remote and tells us that nobody can watch tv but him, it's his house. My mom proves that it could only have been him that lost the remote and that she and I were gone and eric was in his room. He continued to rant. He wouldn't get up and finish the stew and rice that was already ready and let us eat until we stopped bothering him about it. Then mom was aggravating him by rubbing her finger on the crystal (or fake?) glass and making noise and dad turned the tv up all the way. Mom left and I left but he told me food was ready, so I got some and asked him to turn down the tv, and he told me that it's his house and he should be able to have it at whatever volume he wants. I walked away and he turned down the tv so I sat back down instead. I was in the tub and he blasted in and yelled at me becuase he almost stepped on the playstation downstairs while putting a movie in and that me and eric shouldn't get online or watch tv, or enjoy ourselves tonight, and that we can only clean the kitchen and our rooms or I'd need to leave the house. I decided I'm not going to get mad at him and be angry all night. I'm too busy to be getting angry. I dont' want to waste my life yelling and hating, when I could be enjoying it and ignoring the little things. Dad's downstairs now, and Eric is watching tv. I don't think he always realizes how ridiculous he's being. Sometimes when he says something really ridiculous and I don't respond or give modest okays, he'll get embarressed. Anyhow I have an essay to finish tonight. Bye like