Keeping things interesting

So, just when things start becoming kinda routine I find that life will throw a curve ball at me. The routine was wake up in the morning, get ready, go to school, study, hang out a little bit, come home and get ready for bed. So, yesterday, I get a text from my dad saying that if I need a ride home I have to meet him at his work. I jump on a bus and head over. I get there and am just waiting for him to get done and he's chatting it up with some guys forever so I decide to take the demo phone and watch some netflix on it.

I open up netflix and find that the most recently watched shows and movies that have been viewed on his account are some pornagraphic movies. I couldn't just go show my dad as he was chatting to some people. I decided just to watch my show and then when they left i'd tell him.

I start watching white collar and when he's finished talking to these guys I tell him what I saw. He's like, "were these watched on this phone?" I tell him that I don't know. They were just recently viewed on his account. The computer at the store my brother is managing is connected to that netflix account and I know that my youngest brother wasn't the one that watched them, seeing as he watches a tv show that we both enjoy and we talk about it. My guess is that it's my brother that is supposed to be heading on his mission.

My dad just says, "i'm gonna kick his butt." When I ask him about it today I ask if he did anything about it and he's like, "Don't worry about it." I'm thinking to myself, um..... he is supposed to be preparing for a mission and he is out with his friends right now and i'm thinking.... do you not even care that your son is throwing his talents and his life away for some momentary pleasure? I can tell you, I was pissed. It used to be me that was the problem child, but now i'm finding myself wanting to help my brother and my dad but they think my opinion is worth as much as dirt on the bottom of their shoe.

I feel trapped in this house. It's like my dad, goes out of his way to piss me off most of the time and when he's not deliberately pissing me off, he is just nonchalant towards everyone. He doesn't give a wet slap about anything. I feel like my mom, my youngest brother and I are the only ones that can be saved. I hate that feeling.