somebody buy me a bottle of calamine lotion.
jesus, i am so irritated right now.
I need need need need need need to get out of my house. It's like, cabin fever now. I haven't been out in like three days. It has gotten to the point where I'm actually EXCITED about going to target / borders/ babies r us with my mom and my grandmothers, which I am supposed to be doing in short order. That's how sad it is. But my mom is wasting SO MUCH TIME because she never ever wants to leave the house. It was like, "Oh, we'll leave at one," and now it's one, and it's "Oh, we'll leave when we're done with lunch," and pretty soon it's not even going to transpire. Plus, I've been waiting for like, a year to get to the library to pay some fines and take out a couple of cds, and my mom is making such a fuckin' big deal at the very THOUGHT of taking me. Every single day this week I have asked her to just swing by the library for ten minutes, and every single day the answer has been, "We'll do it tomorrow."
I AM SO SICK OF BEING SURROUNDED BY LAZY OLD WOMEN.
Granted, my sister does offer a little solace. But when I say a little, I do mean a little. Sometimes she sympathizes with me, and sometimes she just lectures me like an old hag on why I should stop complaining and blah blah blah. I don't wanna stop complaining, and I don't want some nasty 12yearold with perpetual PMS acting like she's my mother all the time.
gggGAH!
I hate this quite a lot. I hate it mainly because I have no reason to hate it. I mean, so my mom never wants to do anything but loaf around the house. It's just how she is. She needs to rewind from the constant stress that has been put upon her by driving us places and cooking dinner and running the drama club. Fine. I should deal with it; after all, she is fifty years old. But it just..irritates the shit out of me. And I hate being irritated. Flustered. To me being irritated is worse than being really furious or depressed. It's like, an emotional itch. There isn't much depth or reason to it, it just drives you insane, and no matter how much fucking calamine lotion you put on whatever's irritating you, it's not going to get better. I can't very well expect myself to feel better just by dumping cala-gel all over my mother now, can I?
Though I must admit, it might help...
I need need need need need need to get out of my house. It's like, cabin fever now. I haven't been out in like three days. It has gotten to the point where I'm actually EXCITED about going to target / borders/ babies r us with my mom and my grandmothers, which I am supposed to be doing in short order. That's how sad it is. But my mom is wasting SO MUCH TIME because she never ever wants to leave the house. It was like, "Oh, we'll leave at one," and now it's one, and it's "Oh, we'll leave when we're done with lunch," and pretty soon it's not even going to transpire. Plus, I've been waiting for like, a year to get to the library to pay some fines and take out a couple of cds, and my mom is making such a fuckin' big deal at the very THOUGHT of taking me. Every single day this week I have asked her to just swing by the library for ten minutes, and every single day the answer has been, "We'll do it tomorrow."
I AM SO SICK OF BEING SURROUNDED BY LAZY OLD WOMEN.
Granted, my sister does offer a little solace. But when I say a little, I do mean a little. Sometimes she sympathizes with me, and sometimes she just lectures me like an old hag on why I should stop complaining and blah blah blah. I don't wanna stop complaining, and I don't want some nasty 12yearold with perpetual PMS acting like she's my mother all the time.
gggGAH!
I hate this quite a lot. I hate it mainly because I have no reason to hate it. I mean, so my mom never wants to do anything but loaf around the house. It's just how she is. She needs to rewind from the constant stress that has been put upon her by driving us places and cooking dinner and running the drama club. Fine. I should deal with it; after all, she is fifty years old. But it just..irritates the shit out of me. And I hate being irritated. Flustered. To me being irritated is worse than being really furious or depressed. It's like, an emotional itch. There isn't much depth or reason to it, it just drives you insane, and no matter how much fucking calamine lotion you put on whatever's irritating you, it's not going to get better. I can't very well expect myself to feel better just by dumping cala-gel all over my mother now, can I?
Though I must admit, it might help...