decent in to madness....

Had a really fun chat with sezzag, hathien and stacenz. Can't wait to meet you girls in December! ^_^

The Geek Test: 37.86982% - Major Geek

I thought I would score higher, actually. Oh well.

Tweaked the Bosch icon for theetherealdawn. So glad someone know what it was ^_^ Having a little chat with sariandra right now, but should probably go to bed soon.

If it doesn't rain tomorrow, we're going to the Temple in Carmel to visit my grandmother's ashes.

RP post, icons, coding, cleaning. None if it done. Someone slap me. I am such a lazy cow.

Just checked my credit card bill, because I couldn't remember paying it (though I think I did) and they increased my credit line to $1000 o_O This will a) be useful for NZ but b) be very bad for my spending habit. I tried logging into my bank to see if I had paid most of it already, but the stupid login is down. *smacks bank* Ah, there we go. *clicks* Hrm. Yeah, I guess I do still own them money... and why didn't that other amount transfer to my savings? Stupid bank.

I just called the number on the statement.. and it's from Kwikpay.net which doesn't exist, but they tell you to go to www.8887765885.com and then there's a refund form. I'm not filling out a damn refund form! Why the hell did you charge me in the first place and how the hell did you get my credit card number?!

Oh. As sezzag rationally pointed out, it was probably my hosting plan at Interscot.net. Which.. there is a 99.99999% chance it is, now that I go back over the statement. I am such a retard.

Why, yes, I have joined the John Howe Forums. *slaps*

I'm becoming delerious.. sleep now..

Asshole. Yeah, that's right. I said it.

This all happened at the beginning of the Tony Awards, mind you, while I'm trying to catch glimpses of Hugh & hopefully Alan Cumming. Hairspray just won for something or other and the writers/producers got up on stage to accept the award. Well, right before they have their declaration of love, my father goes, "what a bunch of fags." Getting a bit pissed, I say snarkily, "why, yes, they are gay." And just then the two of them kiss. My mother is laughing, I go "awww," and my father goes "Oh my god, that is disgusting! Those fags!"

And yeah, now I'm not happy. I tell him to please stop using that word as it's really rude and unnecessary. He asks me why he shouldn't use that word; what's wrong with it? I repeat that it's rude and vulgar and not at all appropriate and you can't just blanket label people. How about if I just point at you and go, "oh, that's an asshole right there." He doesn't get. I ask, "would you call a black person a nigger?" He reponds with a, "yeah, I'd call a white person a nigger, too." .... uhm... first of all, that's the improper use of that slur and secondly, if you ever did that, the black dude would jump you and beat your ass. You just can't walk around being a bigot.

He says to me, "don't be so politically correct." This has nothing to do with being politically correct. This has everything to do with being a decent human being and having some sort of respect for other people. I have a lot of friends who are gay/lesbian and I don't appreciate you slamming them just because your a homophobic bastard. And he starts to say that this is his house. So I snap, "this is my house too!" He makes some sort of startled questioning noise. Wasn't I here when you bought the house? So I've lived here the same amount of time as you so this is my house, too.

My father is on the verge of a hissy fit now. He tells me not to start with him and that this is his house so what he says is what goes and he's a Conservative Republican and he hates gays and he has a right to say that in his own house and if i don't like it, then I can just plug my ears.

Fine. That's fine. He has a right to say what he wants and apparently he says I have to respect his opinion. He doesn't have to respect mine, apparently. And isn't that always the way with blind, asshole Conservative Republicans? We have one running the country right now. Whatever. I tell him that I'm not demanding him to stop. He wants to use that word fine, but I'm kindly, respectfully asking him not to use it in my presence because it's offensive. You know what he says?

Father: No. I have a right to say whatever I want.
Me: And I have a right to say what I want. And to ask you to stop trampling my rights.
Father: I don't care. You're free to say whatever you want.
Me: Then I'm free to say that you're an asshole.
Father: Yeah. Fine. That's the second time you've called me an asshole.
Me: No, that's the first. The other time was an example and I wasn't calling you an asshole. Now I am.
Father: Fine.
Me: And I hate you.
Father: Are you done?
Me: Yeah. I feel better.

Please note that I was very restrained through that whole last bit, trying not to jump across the room and beat him to death. And my father, being his usual asshole self, was steadily getting more pissed.

So. Yeah. That's right. I called my father an asshole, the homophobic bastard. Luckily, he left a few minutes later. I think he was expecting me to storm out of the room. Fuck that. I have a right to be there watching the Tony awards, which is filled with gayness, so he should the one to leave. Bastard.