Parents

I shall now rant.

Parents.

argh~

I have this thing... called The Mess� which is my room.

and they HATE The Mess�, precisely because it's a mess.

But, since it's MY mess, they shouldn't bother. I'm comfortable with it... and i know where my things are, so why should it bother them?

It's not THAT messy...

I do often wonder why I'm female. Being female Does have it's advantages... like being aboe to take advantage of guys (*evil smirk*) but that's besides the point..

Being Female = neat, tidy, obedient, feminine.

All of which I'm none.

I do have my psoradic urges to clean my room once in a while..

but..

my parents seem to equate having children as having a maid.
I don't necessarily have to clean the entire house everyday, but i seem to be like their personal butler...
Girl, bring me this, bring me that. On the Tv, off the lights, wash the dishes, boil the water.

typical.

But back to the topic of The Mess�.

my father HATES The Mess�.

Hell, /I/ hate my room. But that's only because it has HORRIBLE PINK BUILT-IN FURNITURE WHICH I CAN'T CHANGE.
No amount of things bought from Ikea can change it.

ARGH...

I will do things.. In my own time... but... they seem to want me to do things NOW NOW NOW...

and, they ask me to clean up after myself... but they expect me to clean up after them..

and being a Girl also = no staying out late.

OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD~

If i wanted to be badly influenced, I'd be drinking like a fish and smoking like a chimney by now...

you think I wanted to wait until NOW to get bad?

ever realise how everything's YOUR fault because you're home most of the time? Even when it's done by someone else?

ERK.

I should stop ranting.

I'm not making any sense.

And I can already see your eyelids drooping...