I'm going to try to retype yesterday's post

Here goes, as much as I can remeber and/or make up again. So remeber that it's for yesterday, so I'm going to type it as though "today" meant "yesterday.":

some title with "life" in its name intened to convey that my day sucked

Today, I had to get a tuberculosis test. So, we went into the doctor's office (after some idioticy on their part with the "entrance" sign pointing into an office), and I went in for the shot. It was a subdermal thing, meaning that the shot didn't go as deep as it normally does; it leaves the liquid right under the skin, in like a bubble of skin. Like a boil, kind of. Anyway, the liquid is absorbed into the area or something, and if, on saturday, I have a mark on the skin that's greater than 10 millimeters, I've been exposed to tuberculosis (not a good thing).

Anyway, we (my mother came with me for it) came home, and I was watching tv waiting for my dad to get home before we decided what we were going to do for supper. My dad came in the room I was watching tv in, and asked me if I had a chance to dig up some roots from this cherry tree that he had cut down. I said that I hadn't, and he said to go out and do it right that moment, because he couldn't have pulled them up with the car.

So I went out and started getting the stuff I needed, and this hand trowel that I made in seventh grade (in metals class) was bent. The tip was turned over and then bent back, so there was like a wave in it. I went into the house, and asked who bent it. My dad said that he did. I said "ok," pissed, and walked out. He came out a minute later, and said "it was an accident. I apologize," but not in a way that was sincere or showed me that he cared.

I went over and started working on the roots, and about half an hour later, he came out and over to where I was working. I got up and walked towads the house. He asked if I was going in because he came out. "Yes." "well, then I'll go in." "fine" "why don't you want my help?" "because you don't care" "about what?" "never mind." "no, what?" "nothing!" "I won't be able to do anything if I don't know" "then you won't know" "that's a stupid thing to say! stupid, stupid, stupid!" He stalked in the house, and I kept working.

My mom and sister came home and while they were making supper, I finished up and went up to take a shower. I told them that I wasn't eating with them. After I took a shower, I went down and lied on the couch and watched tv. An hour or so later, my dad came into the room and said that we have an ant problem in the kitchen, and asked me if I had used a spatula for pizza yesterday and left it on the counter. I didn't say anything, and he kept asking louder and louder. Then he yelled at me to shut off the tv and asked me a few more times, and I still ignored him. He then walked away, and stomped around and I heard him walking around. I went to sleep for a few hours, then watched some more tv, then I came on the computer.

I hope he didn't do anything to my room.

Update: he didn't do anything, and he hasn't even said anything to my mom, and I'm still ignoring him. Because I hate him.