i hate this house

i didn't move in here. my mother kicked me out when she found out she wasn't going to get any child support money for me. here i live with my father, his parents, my older brother, and one of my two twin younger brothers. this is just a few things that happened this week.

-my older brother walked into my room today where i was playing guitar with a friend, and says to the both of us, "if you ever do coke don't buy it from a guy named herbie something-or-other. he has it so laced with ether i woke up this morning coughing and hacking and i could barely breathe." my brother is unemployed, my grandparents gave him the money he used to buy cocaine. he will be 20 in june. in july i will be 18. in august i will leave for college. in september he will still be here, living in the basement, and probably still unemployed bumming money off my dad and grandparents to fill his gas tank so he can go get plastered with his friends and buy coke from a guy named herbie.
-the other day i caught my 13 year old little brother looking at porn. pages and pages of it. i told him he shouldn't be looking at that stuff, his reply "lucas doesn't care." the real problem: not only does my 20 year old brother know he looks at porn, he condones it.
-my dad is about 48 years old. he might be 49. his mother still does his laundry. i do my laundry at strange hours of the night so that she does not touch my clothes. if you knew her you wouldn't want her touching your clothes either.
-i got a new job this week. exactly what i was looking for; just less than 40 hours a week. $7 an hour-$0.75 more than my other job, plus tips as much as $100 a day if i really work my butt off. my new manager told me to quit my old job. i love that job, i love my managers, and the people that i work with.. i am torn, i don't want to quit but i know i will be scheduled too many hours not to.
-my dad's girlfriend told me today that my grandmother claims to know the "cure" for homosexuality. (apparently it's a disease) if it is anything like the dozens and dozens of pill bottles in the cabinet upstairs that say "this is not approved by the FDA" that she has informed me can cure just about any ailment known to man, (including but not limited to malaria, cancer and AIDS) then i can't say i'm going to try it on any of my friends.
-my room is infested with termites. there are no windows. there is not enough room for a bed so i sleep on a mattress on the floor. i have a bottle of ant/termite killer next to my bed. they don't die instantly like it says on the label. they try to crawl away and slowly and painfully come to a stop a few inches from the puddle of the odorless spray.
-there are four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms in this house. one more bedroom is being built now next to mine, and two more are scheduled to be built in the downstairs garage, as well as an extra bathroom.
-i'm supposed to get one of the new rooms. if i still have to share a bathroom with my brother, i don't want the new room. as much as my dad says he will try, you can't potty train a 20 year old. you also can't teach him much of anything else about hygiene either.
-i feel out of place, this isn't home. i moved out of my home months ago. the place i grew up. two stories, 14.5 acres with a private stream. only about two miles from here. people with volvo's live there now. then i was in my mom's two bedroom apartment right outside the city. not that i don't love the city, but it was no more home than my dad's house is now. but i'm not welcome in that apartment anymore. i wonder if the volvo people would let me move in...