Frothing at the Mouth

I swear my father is the most frustrating individual I've ever met. (Or at least that I've had to live with.) Here I am actually doing my homework, damnit, and he sets his alarm to come trot in the living room and play games (loudly), completely ignoring that I'm in here (and may have wanted to play when I finished, which is pretty soon). Not to mention mom is still asleep, and I know she hears it cause she just got up, and she complains to me every day about how dad has no respect for her. What's even more frustrating is that he's playing Bioshock, which I want to play, and I get treated to spoiler cutscenes all the time, and I hate that.
Then, he'll get up, turn the game off (the only time he'll do this all day,) go out, and get lunch, never asking me if I want anything, never offering to take me somewhere for food.
When he gets back, he'll continue to monopolize the tv, because he can't sit and read or be quiet for five damn minutes.
Now he's trying one of the puzzles on the game, and thank goodness he actually managed to do it right this time, because otherwise I'd have to listen to him cuss in apoplectic fury and complain that the game is too hard, because that's the OTHER thing he always does. But I may get to have that anyway, since the game has just frozen and he'll have to do that part over again.
Not to mention that he complains that I don't pay for anything and I just spend his money, and the only thing I spend his money for is my effing tuition which I couldn't possibly afford on my own. I buy everything else I need on my shitty pay, driving home two hours every weekend for three years for a job that I now hate, having to listen to him kvetch about the stupidest things, listening to mom practically cry because he consistently tells her she's stupid and her work isn't worth anything (not necessarily in that phrasing) because his retirement pay gets all the money even though he retired TEN YEARS EARLY and if he'd waited another TWO YEARS he would have had his full pay, when mom worked TWENTY-THREE YEARS at minimal pay at a job that treated her like crap and, finally quitting, still gets shit-for-pay. I keep trying to convince her (and apparently my sister also) that she should get her CPA certification and make like three times what she makes now, easily, and get better jobs but she keeps saying she's too old and will be hit by a bus anyway, which throws me because it's not like she's in contact with buses like...ever.
It's strange that, despite my sister being five years older than I, she never once considered that mom and dad didn't work together until I mentioned it when I was twelve or so.

Tl;dr: I hate living at home and I'm frustrated enough for paragraph sentences.
Max is doing worse, again.