I Need Somewhere for a Rest.

(Allusion to Home for a Rst by Spirit of the West)

Sorry, this is my rant, I'll try to keep it clean.

Well, as I might have mentioned before, my room here is an icebox. It is on the bottom floor, near the entrance with three walls touching the outside and the only source of heat is an air conditioner way up in a high corner. Luckily I do well with a few warm clothes and natural resistance to the cold. I've brought this up because I've found something colder than my room in this house; it's emotional climate.
Many of you know that I am quite independant, often awkward, I like technology and I like improvising, and I'll add to that that I can't stand being alone with nothing to do for very long (while I'm used to dealing with it, I become very depressed very quickly, hence my like of improvising and technology to keep me occupied).
Well, all this backfires on me with my current host family. My use of technology irritates my host father who makes computers an extremely limited resource in his house (despite their three comuters and 100MB/s internet connection).
Many of you know that I'm socially awkward and often do things which could easily be misinterperted, well, my host father does misinterpert these. So now I'm watching the way I walk (too silently without annoncing myself) and breathe (sighing as a meaningless way of exhaling) etc.
Many of you might also know me for my strange study habits, mainly not studying or sometimes making a reference sheet. Well, here I don't get to see my host brother very much because they're usually in their rooms studying (or pretending to) whereas I would rather learn without monotonous study (unforetunately I lent my kanji book to someone to read and other than that, all I could do is memorize my dictionary's mostly accurate translations). I'm guessing this lack of study worries him about my learning Japanese (in which I'm doing very well ahead of the other exchange students I have contact with (one came here a week after me, the other, six months before me).
And to add a little more, though this was expected, it is more dominate than I expected, my host family keeps track of when and where I go, I have to give a day's notice if I'm going to miss a meal and after supper it's too late to do anything (though I'll be up until at least ten, probably eleven, and I won't fall asleep until at least twelve).
It's not only I who get on other's nerves here either, but I won't get into that.
I would like to say though that while I'm having some trouble, it is a nice and hospitable family, though strict. I'm just not a good match for them.

Sorry again, but I've been a little stressed as of late.