I hate my mom
Oh my god, I can't wait for the day that I move out of this hell hole. *This is going to be a venting post, so...warning*
I went out to lunch with Norma and Miguel and after that, went to Petsmart to buy some fish for Norma's frogs. This man at Petsmart comes up to me and asks me if I want a dog. I ask why he's giving him away, and he says that he can't keep him and will end up in the pound, and eventually put to sleep. I did not have to think twice about this. I took the dog, bought a collar, a food and water bowl and some puppy food. Oh, and I also bought it a toy and puppy pads. I mean, this creature is the cutest thing ever. It's 7 weeks old. How was I going to let it die, just like that, without it having a home? That's a crime. So, we went back to the lab, washed its rear end to get rid of some fleas, fed it, played with and watched it sleep. His name's Oligo, by the way. My parent's have no idea that I'm coming home with a friend. I wasn't going to call them to tell them that I had a dog. My mom would tell me to get rid of it in a heart beat. When I get home, I bring Oligo in his box, show him to my dad, and he's totally cool with it. He was really excited when he saw the tiny black ball laying there. I mean, he was like a kid in a candy store. My mom on the other hand, was furious and still is. She starts telling me all these things. Like, who gave me the authority to make my own decisions and other shit. I was like, fuck, I'm 21 fucking years old. You have no right to control how I think.. Then she starts to tell me that no one does anything around the house, she's the one that always does everything...the same old bullshit she pulls everytime. Ugh, and then, we're supposed to go to Vegas Thanksgiving weekend, and I don' want to go because it's going to be a bunch of 50 year olds that don't like to party. So she starts to give me crap about that too. She's like, don't even think that you're staying here with the dog or your friends. You're coming to Vegas with us, whether you like it or not. That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I just turned around, grabbed the dog, and went straight to my room. I've been here ever since, trying to study for two midterms and a quiz tomorrow. Going to pull an all-nighter.
It's just way too much. They (my mom) doesn't understand that I'm not a fucking child anymore. She doesn't get it. She doesn't want to accept the fact that Susan can make her own fucking decisions. She thinks I'm still this baby that can't do things for herself. For god's sake, who took care of everything when they were away?? I fucking did. This is why I love my dad more than I love my mom. She's a bitch. You people think she's nice and does cute things, but I honestly don't think she means it. She just does it to get on my good side, and boy does it work. UGH...FUCK! I hate this place. Just one more year and I get the hell out of here. I do feel sorry for my dad though. He has played no part in this whatsoever. He's the neutral one.
Whatever.