From my dad:

"too bad you didn't come with us! There are cute girls here you are missing out!" <- @ a renaissance fair.

Though I like things that are medieval and history I feel that I have outgrown renaissance fairs due to in no small part how my dad decided it was suddenly his thing when it was something my mom and I used to do because she liked talking about her ancestral coat of arms and the family tartans. >_<
What I have decided to be more interested in now are war re-enactments. They turn my dad green because he thinks he is a peacenik even though he advocates violent revolution sometimes.


Also, my dad is pulling a revisionist history number because judging on how big a fit he threw the last time I went on a date and how much he fussed, fumed and tantrumed when he just realized I liked girls in the first place this is a ridiculously inappropriate thing for him to be telling me in the first place.

Mom and my shrink say it's ridiculous for him to get overcompetitive about everything with me like this.

Then again he wouldn't even let my mentally retarded little brother have ownership over taking a dump. The man is sick.

Everything always has to be all about him.

I love how he took my genetics book and read some of it for a week then proudly told me at the end of the week that even though I'd been studying it for years suddenly he felt he knew more about it than me.

This is the man who when I got a part time job screamed at me while I was brushing my teeth about how I shouldn't think that meant I was better than him and how he still made more money than me so how dare I get a job and that he preferred when I just borrowed money from him.  To which I replied I got a job so I could have my own money to spend on things I wanted because whenever I asked him for stuff he tends to say no. So then at the store he starts second guessing my purchasing decision even though it isn't his money talking over my head and around me to the clerk. Rather humiliating. >_<;