So a little more than a week ago the heat in my house died. It's taken awhile to get the furnace people to do their job, and they'll be out tomorrow hopefully. For the last week I've been staying with my parents, and it's been hell. Sure the food is good, but I can't believe how nothing has changed from the time I moved out almost two years ago to today.
-My brothers are still bickering children. The two who still live with my parents constantly argue, yell, and act distinguished mentally-challenged. I'm 3 years older than my other brother, and we've always gotten along pretty well. But these two tards, ages 14 and 15, can't agree on anything and don't know when to back down. EXAMPLE: each is assigned a different chore each week, and the 15 year old happens to be over the kitchen this week; last week the 14 year old was in charge of it. So I get home from school and notice the kitchen is a total mess. Why? The family (except for me) went to a Super Bowl party last night, didn't get home until midnight. They brought a bunch of empty pans back and put them in the sink. So now there's an argument over who should clean those pans: should it be the 15 year old since the pans were put in the sink past midnight (when his "shift" began) or the 14 year old since the pans were essentially there last night? WTF
-Fucking bible study. As I slowly become disillusioned from my religion, I've grown rather indifferent to it. This doesn't sit well with my parents, who expect me to be a berean of bible shit. Granted I can hold my own in any religious discussion with my eyes closed - it would have been impossible not to have picked up many things after being indoctrinated for 20 years. But I'll be reading a steamy incest story in A CLASH OF KINGS and my dad will walk by
"So...read Romans today?"
"No"
"You know it's important right?"
"Yup"
"Ok then..."
My religious life should be my personal business now, end of story.
-Bedtime. BEDTIME. I usually go to bed around 4AM because I can't sleep - bedtime is at 12AM here. Granted it's their house/their rules...but this is bullshit.

Bottom line: I just don't feel comfortable here. I'll be 21 in two weeks, yet I'm still being treated like a god damn child, to be trotted to any mundane family event so my parents can brag about me while I look around, realizing I'm surrounded by high schoolers.