Ugh.
Well, I'm thinking it may have been a mistake coming home this weekend. My mom is apparently pissed at me because I went to Timmy's house. She thinks I just came home so she'll do my laundry. If I were allowed to bring my car to school, I would leave tonight instead of tomorrow when they can take me. Why do I even bother anymore? Apparently everything I do is wrong. Whatever.
Anyway, on a lighter note...Timmy stayed over on Thursday. Rushed me home on Friday. We saw Superbad with Kris. It was okay...the whole plotline of it made me angry, but it was funny. Today I went to Timmy's house...we went to Weber's. I love that place, man. It's this restaurant where you drive up and they come to your car and put the tray on your window...except for Timmy's car, because it doesn't work with Jeep windows. Oh well, it was still awesome.
So now I'm going to go try not to piss my mom off...which is going to be hard because I don't really know what I'm doing wrong. I'm sorry I want to see my boyfriend when I come home and don't want to sit around the house doing nothing. Whatever. Next time I'll sit around my dorm doing nothing so she can't find a reason to complain about me.
Edit: I forgot to say that I got that job at my cousin's old restaurant, Doc Magrogan's Oyster House. I'm training Monday at 5:00 and Friday at 3:30. Whee!
Anyway, on a lighter note...Timmy stayed over on Thursday. Rushed me home on Friday. We saw Superbad with Kris. It was okay...the whole plotline of it made me angry, but it was funny. Today I went to Timmy's house...we went to Weber's. I love that place, man. It's this restaurant where you drive up and they come to your car and put the tray on your window...except for Timmy's car, because it doesn't work with Jeep windows. Oh well, it was still awesome.
So now I'm going to go try not to piss my mom off...which is going to be hard because I don't really know what I'm doing wrong. I'm sorry I want to see my boyfriend when I come home and don't want to sit around the house doing nothing. Whatever. Next time I'll sit around my dorm doing nothing so she can't find a reason to complain about me.
Edit: I forgot to say that I got that job at my cousin's old restaurant, Doc Magrogan's Oyster House. I'm training Monday at 5:00 and Friday at 3:30. Whee!