Three days ago: coming home (to Jersey) from Goucher (just outside of Baltimore) was hell this year.

Hell.

Despite getting sleep I managed to become completely exhausted between packing and driving, which I balanced out with a Red Bull.  Left college late because mother went 'WAT U CANNOT LEAVES ANYTHEENG PACK IT ALL IN UR CAR WAT'.   I had wanted to ( Read more... )

It's that there are way too many words to express my anger and helplessness and rage and not enough coherence for me to express it.

Apparently I am not allowed to be in my own house alone with Bob ever.  This probably wouldn't be a problem if my mom wasn't suddenly up and attempting to sell it, thereby making me want to spend as much time in it as ( Read more... )

Is it really, totally, truly necessary that I go and /scan my book receipts/ to prove that I /buy books for school/ before you'll give me more fake-Goucher-money for, y'know, those books for that class I just added?  That one I can't afford on my OneCard because it costs seventy five dollars and you didn't give me enough to buy books for the ( Read more... )

Since going home-home to stay in the house my mother owns, I seem to have picked up a pretty bad nerve-based stutter or something.  I don't like it.  I pride myself on my diction, and having life-stress freak me out so much that it takes me several extended moments to spit out a fucking word really, really pisses me off.  It isn't like it comes up ( Read more... )

...last night.  Not tonight.  We had it on Thursday, my mother and I: a talk I have recently had with my Aunt Andrea, who is the only other member of my family who knows.  The talk was on the subject of "I am Not Straight."  Not gay, but not straight.  My aunt was all 'Hey, whatever floats your boat.  I love you no matter what.'  I love her somuch ( Read more... )

My mother quoted Mick Jagger at me over dinner.  She defended it by going 'He was a spokesman for my generation!', and noted to me that it was a piece of Sage Advice.

I think it's time I finally accepted that my mom was a bra-burning hippie.

(Well, not bra-burning.  But she was is a filthy hippie.)

You can't always get what you want
But if you try ( Read more... )

Kenneth Branagh's 1996 production of Hamlet will come out, finally(!), on DVD.  Buy it.  You know you want to.

I had a dream about it when I went to sleep today.

My father came back from the dead to give me the DVD.  I'm not sure how I feel about this - as was pointed out (and I do realize it!) this is strangely appropriate considering the piece ( Read more... )