My stepmother just showed up at the house at nearly eleven, stomped everywhere, and yelled at ME for being awake and on the computer. Then Bellatrix ran into the playroom-nobody-ever-goes-in-cause-it-smells-like-dog-pee and emerged with a wine glass and a HUGE bottle of red wine. Then ran upstairs to the bedroom with my dad.
While yelling at me for being awake and coughing (Bellatrix is coughing, I mean), having JUST recovered from the flu.
These people are dysfunctional.
Well, actually, I am really mad at them both for a good reason. Ever hear of the Johns Hopkins CTY thing? Well, I've gone to the summer camp class thing for the past two summers on full financial aid. THIS year, however, due to some legal loophole, my dad has to fill out the financial aid form if I want to go again, which I most definitely do. Today we recieved an email saying that the aid form didn't come in yet. Dad has had, like, three months to fill out a really simple form and hasn't? So I asked why.
Me: Why haven't you sent in the form yet? You've sure had long enough.
Dad: Well, they want Bellatrix's information, too, now that we're married.
Me: How is this an obstacle?
Dad: She won't give me the information.
Me: Uhhh... first of all, you're married, and Bellatrix won't tell you any personal or income info? Second of all, why not?
Dad: Because you act so rude. She doesn't think you deserve to go.
Uh... This woman never, ever interacts with me. Unless it's incoherent yelling, but that's more directed at the world in general.
Me: I haven't said anything, rude or otherwise, to Bellatrix in weeks.
Dad: Well, you only talk to me when you want something!
Me: That is true. You know why? Because you never have anything to say except for how I am a horrible person or how my mom's side of the family ruined our happy lives. Neither of those is anything I need to hear, so why should I talk to you unnecessarily?
Dad: I'm your faaaaather!
Me: Do you honestly enjoy it when I have a conversation with you?
Dad: No. You're too rude.
Me: Well, I certainly don't enjoy it either. Most of the time nobody benefits, so why should we talk?
Dad: Bellatrix is right. Instead of sending you to your special camp you should go labor at a farm.
(This leads into me explaining the concept of child labor laws, which I will skip.)
Dad: Well, unless you act better you aren't going.
Me: I don't act at all. I stay in my bedroom 93% of the time I'm here, and when I'm not there I'm eating. I haven't been rude. That's because we DON'T INTERACT. Now I'm being rude because we are in a pointless argument. You still have no basis for preventing me from going to a program I scored in the first percentile to go to.
Dad: Your mother's going back to court, she made the decision!
At this point I just walk away, because that is legitimately stupid. The entire argument was about MY behaviour and when I am right it suddenly becomes 'YOUR MOTHER'S GOING BACK TO COURT!' Which is, of course, irrelevant.
In case you can't tell, I'm on the actual computer. Therefore I have no journal-length limit, so I can babble incessantly to the end of eternity.
I actually don't want to babble incessantly to the end of eternity, though. So... The End. I just wanted to mentally GRRRR at my parent and stepparent.