Okay. That sounds a bit too harsh but hell, it's true. He was like, do maths this way, you're doing it wrong. Oh, for Christ's sakes, how many ways are there to do maths? Um, idiot - there is only one - practise. No shit. My dad does not get that. He thinks he's god and can make things happen by doing it all his way. Hell, if the world ever came under his control, his paranoid schizophrenia-ish like symptoms would destroy the world. Yes, that means you too, weirdo pseudo galaxies.
Sorry for this rant - I was just so upset today.
What I'm listening to: Complicated - Avril Lavigne
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