I'm being annoyed by everything these days. >.> I just get these intense headaches, and am getting so peeved. Why must everything I attempt to do that is nice come and bite me in the..erhmm.. rear?
Like on father's day, I, with the financial help of my mother, went out and got my dad an iPod. My sister has a quadrillion country songs on her iTunes, not even good ones, and my dad bought four rock songs from a band he liked. My dad /hates/ country. What happens but every song of my sisters, and his four songs, get dowloaded onto his iPod. He spazzed at me, and told me to delete all of the songs off of the iPod. So I try to by just going on his ipod, nonetheless, I can't figure it out. So I just decide to go to bed. After all it was 2AM. Then I woke up this morning and thought "Perhaps I'll be nice and finish the dishes for my mum." So I do that, she doesn't care to notice. Not that it bothered me very much, but she would probably say something like "So you finally decide to do something around here." Even though I'm doing all my chores every day. I decide to spend a few minutes on the computer, listening to music with these earphones that plug out all of the noise around me, when all of a sudden I hear my mother say "fine just ignore me then!" Then she just stormed off. I, however, didn't hear her. Plus, she was in the other room while she was talking to me with my magical earphones. -.- When she came back she just made a mountain out of a mole hill and told me to do a bundle of chores I usually do not have to do. I have no idea why she decided to blow up at me, so I ask her and aparantly she's peeved that I didn't somehow magically fix my dad's iPod. I told her I had no idea how to, and she once again ninja'd me. My dad took the iPod that he was so excieted to get the day before, and tossed it in the trash. My mum dug it out, and freaked at me because somehow I did something wrong. >.> I told her I had no idea and that I would try to do something before, but apparantly she has selective hearing, and memory. -.- Also, while she was trying to fix it later today, she made a smart remark saying basically stating it in a way seeming like my father thought he put his songs on their, but they weren't. I told her that my dad did purchase the songs, and that they were on the iPod before everything was deleted. >.> The bottom line is, I hate iPods. And don't give me advice on what to do. My magical know it all family will figure it out, god forbid I get involved.
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