Mom threatened to make me into a bowl. D:
So, I have bi-polar disorder, right.
But you know, it's not like I go from smiles to rage in a minute.
When my moods shift, something triggers it and I just kind of turn apathetic for a day or six.
Well, my mom is like. Fucking insane.
Like, I'm normal compared to her.
Seriously.
I was scheduled to work 6a-1p today.
I had a dietician appt at 1p, because I want to keep my fucking health under control. Which translates to "I enjoy wasting gas and making you drive for no reason, mummy dearest!" to my mother.
But whatever.
So I was gonna cancel it, but no one was answering the phone yesterday, and no one answers until 8am during the week. So, I had a break at like 8a, and asked Dan if it was possible to get out at 11:30-ish. He said yes, so I called my mom at 8:45a to see if we could still go to the appointment since I hadn't had the chance to cancel it yet.
AND SHE FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. O.O
The appointment was on her calendar for at least three weeks, so it's not like she had no notice whatsoever. She was like, "So I'm just supposed to drop everything?!"
And I was like, "Well it's not until 1; it's not even 9 yet." Politely. Not like, "Bitch please, you're my chauffeur, mothafucka!"
And she started bitching, "I'm so sick of this shit, so, so sick of it."
And some customers came in, and I got pissed, so I was like, "Fine. Whatever. Whatever." and I hung up.
Because seriously. How immature is that shit?
She said she would drive me to my appointments if they were in the afternoon. This appointment was on the calendar for almost a month. When I scheduled it, there was only an open afternoon slot one month after I called. So it's not like I can just re-schedule it for a day later or something.
I honestly think she's pissed off that I've gotten my health under control without her constant guidance. She can't stand that I've finally decided to grow up and do things on my own. Make my own appointments, monitor my own diabetes, which I started when I was 12, and she kind of gave up when I was 17 because I never took care of it properly.
And I appreciate it! I really do! I'd be dead, blind, or legless if she hadn't monitored my health so well when I was young. But come on, I'm almost twenty fucking years old. It would be a bit ridiculous if I still let my mommy monitor my health.
So I hung up on her. Dan still sent me home at 11, so I came home and cancelled the appointment. When I walked upstairs, she said, "You're on your own now, Deb. Fucking hang up on me, you bitch."
I, being super-cool and not in the mood for a shouting match, ignored her.
My mom had told me that I had to mow the lawn when I got home, so I got out of my work clothes and went out and got the lawnmower from the garage. She came outside and started yelling, quite loudly, that she didn't fucking want me to mow the lawn. She wasn't going to do things for me; I wasn't going to do things for her.
See, that would make sense, if I had refused to mow the lawn and she, in turn, had decided not to drive me. Then this would all be me being immature. But no. She twisted things so it was me being childish.
I called her with ample time to get ready. I mean, we'd have to leave at noon. It was 9am. Who the fuck can't jump in the shower and drink some coffee in three fucking hours?
So she refused to take me to any of my future appointments.
And now, to even things out in her fucked up mind, she's going to be a bitch and tell me not to mow the fucking lawn. What the fuck ever.
So I put the lawnmower away and got in the shower. I locked the chain on the door because I figured she'd go on a tirade and throw open the door all dramatic-like.
Which she did. She wanted to bitch at me for being in the shower, even though she didn't have any of her shower shit out, implying that she'd be getting in any time soon.
So I'm showering, and she tries to throw the door open to bitch at me, and the chain stops it. So she yells, "You fucking BITCH."
I mean HONESTLY.
Grow the fuck up. o.o
I think she should take my fucking Lamictal, seriously.
She's fucking INSANE.
And I'm not saving money to buy an iPod, like i originally planned. I'm saving to get the fuck out of this house. O_O Because if I stay, I'm going to snap. And I'm going to do something that I regret. x_x
And I don't give a damn if I won't have mommy and daddy to pay for my prescriptions or take me to the doctor. I do not care.
Since I know that crazy bitch will be right as rain tomorrow, I'm going to avoid her for the rest of the day. And never mention this. But I'll keep reminding myself, so I don't decide that everything is fine and dandy now.
I'm paying off these bills, getting my license back, and moving to Stevens Point or someplace.
Just. Ugggh. Rage.
I'm thinking about asking Paul if he wants to spend most of his time here in Milwaukee. x_x My mom's the type of person to say things to try to embarass me in front of my friends because she disagrees with what I do.
And uhm yeah. I feel like crying. But she'll come in here and call me a fucking baby, tell me "Wow, you really ARE fucking mental!" and tell me to grow the fuck up.
So fuck that.
This cheered me up, definites:
Though I'm kind of pissed that Gumby's mom has to wear clothing, and he and his dad don't. What the shit.
I'm going to go rampage through Waupaca on my bike, I think. Or hide at the library. Fuck this house. x_x And its couch.
Oh snap Chapelle quotes.
So yes.
Is it sad that I go to the library to get out of the house? D:
But I think they got my Doctor Who audiobooks in. 8D Win, right thurr. Life will be good.
PAUL'S GOING TO BE HERE IN A DAY. Well, little more than that. About 9pm tomorrow night. But still. So much happy. :D :D :D
But you know, it's not like I go from smiles to rage in a minute.
When my moods shift, something triggers it and I just kind of turn apathetic for a day or six.
Well, my mom is like. Fucking insane.
Like, I'm normal compared to her.
Seriously.
I was scheduled to work 6a-1p today.
I had a dietician appt at 1p, because I want to keep my fucking health under control. Which translates to "I enjoy wasting gas and making you drive for no reason, mummy dearest!" to my mother.
But whatever.
So I was gonna cancel it, but no one was answering the phone yesterday, and no one answers until 8am during the week. So, I had a break at like 8a, and asked Dan if it was possible to get out at 11:30-ish. He said yes, so I called my mom at 8:45a to see if we could still go to the appointment since I hadn't had the chance to cancel it yet.
AND SHE FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. O.O
The appointment was on her calendar for at least three weeks, so it's not like she had no notice whatsoever. She was like, "So I'm just supposed to drop everything?!"
And I was like, "Well it's not until 1; it's not even 9 yet." Politely. Not like, "Bitch please, you're my chauffeur, mothafucka!"
And she started bitching, "I'm so sick of this shit, so, so sick of it."
And some customers came in, and I got pissed, so I was like, "Fine. Whatever. Whatever." and I hung up.
Because seriously. How immature is that shit?
She said she would drive me to my appointments if they were in the afternoon. This appointment was on the calendar for almost a month. When I scheduled it, there was only an open afternoon slot one month after I called. So it's not like I can just re-schedule it for a day later or something.
I honestly think she's pissed off that I've gotten my health under control without her constant guidance. She can't stand that I've finally decided to grow up and do things on my own. Make my own appointments, monitor my own diabetes, which I started when I was 12, and she kind of gave up when I was 17 because I never took care of it properly.
And I appreciate it! I really do! I'd be dead, blind, or legless if she hadn't monitored my health so well when I was young. But come on, I'm almost twenty fucking years old. It would be a bit ridiculous if I still let my mommy monitor my health.
So I hung up on her. Dan still sent me home at 11, so I came home and cancelled the appointment. When I walked upstairs, she said, "You're on your own now, Deb. Fucking hang up on me, you bitch."
I, being super-cool and not in the mood for a shouting match, ignored her.
My mom had told me that I had to mow the lawn when I got home, so I got out of my work clothes and went out and got the lawnmower from the garage. She came outside and started yelling, quite loudly, that she didn't fucking want me to mow the lawn. She wasn't going to do things for me; I wasn't going to do things for her.
See, that would make sense, if I had refused to mow the lawn and she, in turn, had decided not to drive me. Then this would all be me being immature. But no. She twisted things so it was me being childish.
I called her with ample time to get ready. I mean, we'd have to leave at noon. It was 9am. Who the fuck can't jump in the shower and drink some coffee in three fucking hours?
So she refused to take me to any of my future appointments.
And now, to even things out in her fucked up mind, she's going to be a bitch and tell me not to mow the fucking lawn. What the fuck ever.
So I put the lawnmower away and got in the shower. I locked the chain on the door because I figured she'd go on a tirade and throw open the door all dramatic-like.
Which she did. She wanted to bitch at me for being in the shower, even though she didn't have any of her shower shit out, implying that she'd be getting in any time soon.
So I'm showering, and she tries to throw the door open to bitch at me, and the chain stops it. So she yells, "You fucking BITCH."
I mean HONESTLY.
Grow the fuck up. o.o
I think she should take my fucking Lamictal, seriously.
She's fucking INSANE.
And I'm not saving money to buy an iPod, like i originally planned. I'm saving to get the fuck out of this house. O_O Because if I stay, I'm going to snap. And I'm going to do something that I regret. x_x
And I don't give a damn if I won't have mommy and daddy to pay for my prescriptions or take me to the doctor. I do not care.
Since I know that crazy bitch will be right as rain tomorrow, I'm going to avoid her for the rest of the day. And never mention this. But I'll keep reminding myself, so I don't decide that everything is fine and dandy now.
I'm paying off these bills, getting my license back, and moving to Stevens Point or someplace.
Just. Ugggh. Rage.
I'm thinking about asking Paul if he wants to spend most of his time here in Milwaukee. x_x My mom's the type of person to say things to try to embarass me in front of my friends because she disagrees with what I do.
And uhm yeah. I feel like crying. But she'll come in here and call me a fucking baby, tell me "Wow, you really ARE fucking mental!" and tell me to grow the fuck up.
So fuck that.
This cheered me up, definites:
Click to viewThough I'm kind of pissed that Gumby's mom has to wear clothing, and he and his dad don't. What the shit.
I'm going to go rampage through Waupaca on my bike, I think. Or hide at the library. Fuck this house. x_x And its couch.
Oh snap Chapelle quotes.
So yes.
Is it sad that I go to the library to get out of the house? D:
But I think they got my Doctor Who audiobooks in. 8D Win, right thurr. Life will be good.
PAUL'S GOING TO BE HERE IN A DAY. Well, little more than that. About 9pm tomorrow night. But still. So much happy. :D :D :D