So, I come home from getting my school schedule, and the first thing that happens when I get home is I get a face full of screaming dad. Normally, I really don't care about what he says to me, but today he was spewing on about how I was a sorry excuse for a daughter, that he had employees more competent than I, that I needed to take responsibility for my actions. He then took my phone from my hand [which I had just taken the case off of, mind you], and, throwing it across the room, told me I didn't deserve it if I wasn't going to do things around the house right, the first time. It's a wonder my phone didn't break, he threw it so hard.
The cause of his whole fit? Some dishes weren't done right.
After I had, of course, done them correctly, I ask him for my phone back, but he screams at me that I can't get it back until I show him that I can be responsible.
Meaning I'm never getting it back, because my dad seriously hates me and never thinks that I'm responsible.
So, I probably won't be able to get on as often, at least until school starts. Because he'll have to give it back when school starts, otherwise they have no way of communicating with me.
So yeah, I'm really pissed right now, so if I seem bi*chy, that's why c: