I did think it was strange how peaceful yesterday was. Anyway, today, after failing a chemistry mock, my Dad finally gave me his 'You're going to fail everything because you haven't been listening to me, and if you don't fail everything, it's because I've told you this now' rant. Everything is either mine, or my Mother's fault. He is always in the right, always. I really don't understand how that can be though. He's at home for at most two days per week. He rarely calls, and when he does, he almost never wants to speak to me. When he is home, he spends most of his time working on his computer, or watching TV, and asks that we don't disturb him. I don't mind if he wants to rant at me for being a failure, but please, please don't put the blame on my Mother. Also, I think it would be nice if this rant didn't come the day before I have an exam. I guess perhaps he's under the impression that I put no pressure on myself, and he's doing me a favour by making me feel crap.
Anyway, today I found my Irish flute - a wonderful way to annoy him, especially when he's trying to listen to the news.
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