BLAG Ramblings of a crazy old fool

Life at Home

Living at home is fucking rediculous. Seriously. What the fuck.

So I'm living at home again temporarily (house got robbed, servers got stolen, car broke down, etc.) But let's skip back a bit. Why did I leave in the first place? Oh right, I moved to another state and took a night job so I could completely avoid my parents for forever. Ironic, isn't it.

I got a fantastic job, doing exactly what I want to be doing, I'm the building technician for a school here in Indiana. And in ten years, I see myself as working in the same place, but higher up the chain, with better pay. So. Job=Score. The plan is to live at home until I can replace the transmission on my car, then move out and grab a place here locally with my best friend. However, I'm beginning to think that even having my own place isn't going to be far enough away again.

So I wake up at 11AM (pretty early for programming/designing websites until 5AM) and play music/do math homework until around 2ish, then grab some food. Here comes the rediculous part, my father complains about what I'm wearing to go through the drive-thru on my day off. I mean shit, at least I'm wearing clothes by 2PM on a Saturday, isn't this an improvement?

Blah blah, played some WoW, played some Halo, dad comes in and bitches about our `language` (we even tone it down at my house, i think the worst that came out was `oh my god`), blah blah, Dan goes to work. Then my sister's like holy crap im bored, let me play. And here come the dramatics.

~20 minutes or so into it, he comes out and starts screaming at us. Like really screaming. Apparently, my brother has ben telling him every time we say `oh my god` (jesus christ grow up you little bastard), and like the good catholic he is, he comes out and goes on some bible-thumping campaign. Something about the first commandment, mortal sins, blah blah blah. Then apparently we're wasting our lives playing video games, the computer is a devil machine, some other bullshit. Something about us eating all their food. Is it just me, or do I remember leaving and getting food. And not eating any of theirs. ...

So I ask him, Who cares that we're playing games all day, it's our day off. Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Apparently he cares. And I should be working on something productive, instead of playing games. Working. On a saturday. And I should be working on homeowrk, which isnt due until Monday, and I should be studying for my certifications, which I won't be taking until I have an extra $200-1500 to blow on worthless tests.

So I guess I'm just trying to decide whether I should get all my bills paid off before moving out, or if I can even last that long. We'll see.