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Well, I feel a bit bruised today.
My dad’s at war with me again it seems. From yesterday night, I was all sweaty and sticky because I haven’t taken a single bath from the morning, where I had an intense basketball tryout, gym second block, where I got all sweaty again, and the evening, where I helped dad with dinner and the smoke fumes were just pelting me, and couldn’t play my violin because my teacher told me to be calm and relaxed when practicing and I was tensing each time I felt the violin touch my icky neck. So of course I stated the obvious, asking if I could take a bath. But the washroom was occupied by the washing machine at the moment, and I couldn’t use it. So I waited, legs aching from the morning and had no energy to do any of my homework. And my dad called me a wimp. My mom joined in with facts later too. Okay, I could handle that, not too much of it problem, sincere thanks to your proactive lessons. I went back to try and play some more, but once I hit halfway I just couldn’t do it right. So I went back outside and asked if I could help in any way. My mom called me inconsiderate, but I guess in love, did the things by herself. I thanked her while she was going out the bathroom. Then when I finished, my dad told me I wasn’t allowed to go on the computer to write my blog or print out my French homework. Okay, I understood he was a bit pissed, so I didn’t argue and went on playing my violin.
But today, as I found out, since yesterday my parents only finished half the washing before they had to stop for me to take my shower, they had to sleep at 12. I slept at ten. This morning I woke up at 7 am from a phone call from my mom’s boss asking her to go to work. My dad had to drive her there. I fell asleep. When I got up from bed at 8:30, I joked about my dad being a great lawyer because he promised me I could go outside today on last Sunday because I didn’t play at all that weekend. It was raining today.
But I guess he mistook that by accident, because he started getting really angry and serious about stuff I did and didn’t do yesterday, like how I didn’t do math for two days already, how wimpish I was, stuff like that. Then he was all pissed about today. I thought he told me to go practice my violin. I soon found out I was wrong. He came to my room and was all, why are you playing your violin? I told you to write your blog and print out your French thing before lunch… So I was like okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear properly. And you know what he said to me? What do you mean you didn’t hear properly? Oh so you don’t want to write your blog. I don’t want you on the computer for any reason today.
POW. Ow. That hurt. I was so hurt I sort of lost control. I asked him why does he have to hurt me like this. He turned around and told my about the sleeping late thing because of me. I was all, I baby sit my sister while you sleep in the afternoon while you sleep. I used to do that a lot. Then he jumped to another subject, about how yesterday was his break day, and still have to get up at 6:30 to drive me to basketball tryout no.3. I reminded him I volunteered to walk that day. I started to manage my cool back.
I feel like my dad’s jealous of me. I feel like my dad’s jealous of all the things I’ve done that he didn’t do when he was younger.
I made it into the basketball team, but when my dad heard it he just turned away, like ignoring it. It feels like nothing now.

Thanks for the POV and proactive lessons, I didn’t break today.