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Yes, blaha. Try to figure out how to pronounce that one.
I dunno. My mom's so weird. Usually, she's this really nice, awesome, amazing mom. But she's SO DAMN MOODY sometimes. I was shopping with her and I didn't want to try on this hideous jacket. I just knew I wouldn't wear it. Conversation:
Mom: "Try it on!"
Me: "I dont want to, I don't like it."
Mom: "C'mon, try it on!"
Me: "I don't like it!"
Mom: "Damnit Grace, try the damn sweater on!"
Me: "I WON'T EVER WEAR IT."
Mom: "Fine. We're leaving."
*glares* It's just so stupid! I have MY OWN taste, and if I don't want to try on a sweater and waste her money, then why the hell should I? It's just so stupid! So the rest of the day, my most mature mother gave me, the 16-year-old moody teenager, the silent treatment.
Who is supposed to be the adult in this situation?!
Then, of course, she just randomly changes the subject to get me to forget about it. It's like, what the hell is wrong with you sometimes?! ARGH. It just pisses me off. I know she's usually awesome, and I usually really do adore having a mom like her, but when she just gets the moments, it's all I can do to NOT yell, "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!"
And breathe.
Hmm... school's going okay, I guess. I'm still kind of antisocial. Oh well. I guess that's who I am for now. Until something changes. If it's going to. I'm okay with it, actually. I kind of sort of talk to some people, so it's not like people don't know what my voice sounds like. They know I exist and am not incapable of talking... but they probably don't think much of me. One girl is a complete bitch, although I'm not surprised... out of over 1000, you'd expect at least one bitch. Shrugness.
Hopefully I'll get to go to South Africa next summer (really winter, in SA). Sharon has offered to let me stay with her, and I could spend a month (I'm pushing for two) just being at the stable and doing my thing. How AMAZING would that be?!
Hmm hmm hmm... I should really go to bed. I'll be grumpy enough in the morning as it is.
Project Runway rocked tonight!
I am so freaking sporadic, it's not even funny. I seriously just went from moody and sultry and grumpy to, oooh, Project Runway! Fun!
Eh.
I dunno. My mom's so weird. Usually, she's this really nice, awesome, amazing mom. But she's SO DAMN MOODY sometimes. I was shopping with her and I didn't want to try on this hideous jacket. I just knew I wouldn't wear it. Conversation:
Mom: "Try it on!"
Me: "I dont want to, I don't like it."
Mom: "C'mon, try it on!"
Me: "I don't like it!"
Mom: "Damnit Grace, try the damn sweater on!"
Me: "I WON'T EVER WEAR IT."
Mom: "Fine. We're leaving."
*glares* It's just so stupid! I have MY OWN taste, and if I don't want to try on a sweater and waste her money, then why the hell should I? It's just so stupid! So the rest of the day, my most mature mother gave me, the 16-year-old moody teenager, the silent treatment.
Who is supposed to be the adult in this situation?!
Then, of course, she just randomly changes the subject to get me to forget about it. It's like, what the hell is wrong with you sometimes?! ARGH. It just pisses me off. I know she's usually awesome, and I usually really do adore having a mom like her, but when she just gets the moments, it's all I can do to NOT yell, "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!"
And breathe.
Hmm... school's going okay, I guess. I'm still kind of antisocial. Oh well. I guess that's who I am for now. Until something changes. If it's going to. I'm okay with it, actually. I kind of sort of talk to some people, so it's not like people don't know what my voice sounds like. They know I exist and am not incapable of talking... but they probably don't think much of me. One girl is a complete bitch, although I'm not surprised... out of over 1000, you'd expect at least one bitch. Shrugness.
Hopefully I'll get to go to South Africa next summer (really winter, in SA). Sharon has offered to let me stay with her, and I could spend a month (I'm pushing for two) just being at the stable and doing my thing. How AMAZING would that be?!
Hmm hmm hmm... I should really go to bed. I'll be grumpy enough in the morning as it is.
Project Runway rocked tonight!
I am so freaking sporadic, it's not even funny. I seriously just went from moody and sultry and grumpy to, oooh, Project Runway! Fun!
Eh.