my dad just spoke to me properly for the first time in 17 days.
there was a time that i called home to talk to my mum. dad: hello? emma: is mum home? dad: no. *both parties hang up*
you see, somehow i randomly installed windows xp service pack 2 last night on the family computer... and it asked me to restart... so naturally i didn't. when my mother restarted the computer late last night (why? i have no idea) all it did was show the BIOS loading screen, the Windows Loading screen... and then the big blue screen of death - so naturally her first port of call was me. i couldn't be fucked fixing it then and there, so i left it until today - and yes, it's still not done.
so today when i got home i went to the kitchen to see if there was any food, then came directly to my room... as is the usual protocol these days. a few minutes later my dad came in.
dad: how long have you been home? (in an angry tone) emma: *pauses* 3 minutes. dad: whats wrong with the computer? (in a nicer, but still angry tone) emma: nothing. dad: it doesn't work. (in an almost nice tone) emma: i know. dad: can you fix it? (in a what would be conceived as a friendly tone of voice to the average human being... but not me.) emma: no. dad: *walks off*
it was pure beauty.
but i hate it how the second that he needs me again, he is nice. i'm not going to do anything what so ever for him until he apologises for being an asshole.
to those that have no idea what happened... on my 18th birthday i wanted him to come to my birthday party not to like... hang with me, but just to be there. anyway, before the party, i asked him to help me move some slabs out to the car, however it was during the time that he watched the 7pm news... after he moved one, he goes to me "move the others you lazy thing!" and storms off, and i say, in a nice friendly tone back, "i'll see you at 8 or 8.30 ok?" - and i get no reply, apart from a view of his back walking swiftly towards the house.
At the end of the night he hadn't turned up to my party, so naturally, i was pretty upset that my own father hadn't come to celebrate my birthday with me (oh, and during the day of my birthday, he was working for the entirity.) In the morning, when James, my Mum and I were leaving the house, my dad gets all agro when he see's James, and was just generally really uncool and angry and... mean... not only to James, but me and my mum too.
so we haven't spoken since.
that is all.
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