Oh wait, because it was. Yesterday and the day before and the day before and today. Doesn't the man ever take a break?

So right now you're thinking one of two things: "who the hell cares, stop complaining," or "what could he have possibly done this time?" If you're thinking the first one, I suggest you stop reading now.

As for what he did: he's mad because I had a bowl of rice for lunch. He bought that rice that's in the bag and you boil it, and I had one for lunch (yes one. Count 'em, one). And he got all pissy because I'm "wasting food."He was like, "those are for sit-down meals, not snacks." And, being me, I defended myself and said, "it wasn't a snack it was lunch!" I mean, he acts like I should just leave everything for him (he's the only one that eats "sit-down meals," as he calls it -- my mom and I don't). Then he was like, "your mother can't pay me back for food, we're going to have to go easy on the stuff." And of course I'm thinking, it's your fault she doesn't have any money! But moving on. I told him if he wanted money I'd start paying for the stuff I ate (which I won't, I just wanted him to shut the hell up). And he said, "I don't want your money, just go easy on the stuff." Then he walked away, so I huffed and turned back to the computer, and he said, "be mad, I don't care." And I said, "I'm not mad," which was a blatant lie, but whatever, and he said, "Well you're acting like it." and kind of yelled, "I'm just making a point!" which is funny, because he was just making a point Monday when he yelled at me for drinking the fruit punch (which I didn't; I don't even like the stuff he bought, it tastes nasty). He always acts like everything around here should be left for him. My mom and I should just starve, I guess. He yells at me when I finish the ice-cream too, yet blatantly ignores the fact that nine out of ten times he is the one who eats most of the stuff, and I usually just get one bowl. I'm just so tired of him, I can't stand it! I can't even breathe without getting yelled at anymore, and as usual my mother's useless when it comes to him -- she didn't even give him grief for yelling at me over the fruit punch, and she's the one who drank most of it -- that's right, I got blamed for something she did. She didn't even apologize to me. I can't take it anymore. Everything in this damn house belongs to him. I can't even leave a slice of pizza from work in the fridge anymore, it won't be there by the time I go to eat it the next day because he'll have already laid a claim on it and eaten it. One bag of freakin rice...

Countdown: 15 More Days Until School Starts (not soon enough)

~Sam

UPDATE: He just blamed me because there was water on the floor. Our fridge is leaking. I suppose that's my fault too