University: Prequel
Well, I went down to the university to check out a number of things: class locations, gaining a parking decal, Katrina fund money, things to help me survive at school. The campus is fucking big, I must admit, and if not for the handily located food stops one might find themselves lost and dead within that place.
Hyperbole aside it's a rather nice place. That's not why I'm writing though. "Why are you writing," the average reader might say. Well, my response is, "Why do I usually write in this haven for emos?" The answer is to angst and, my friends, angst I will; I assure you will not be disappointed.
Mom had me go to the bookstore to get somethings. Notebooks for class being one but then... well, she wanted T-shirts. And a cap. And a magnetic sticker for the back of her car. My rage began to grow at this; you see, I've had to take out a loan because I wasn't able to get to the delicious college monies in time. This is a loan that's on my head but that's to help me out with what's needed.
So I need this to buy books, to commute to and from, etc. I'm annoyed but on my way there I conjecture that, perhaps, she's not the total dunderhead that I believe her to be. Maybe the items aren't all that much, after all, and we can stand to function with the purchase. I go to the counter to pay for the items, rather cheerful now, then see the price: 111.79. I then feel the rage begin to boil.
After getting lost I manage to find my Mom after she honks the horn at me. I then bring this up with her and she claims she didn't know it would be this price. I don't believe her and tell her I'm certainly disappointed in her. She keeps trying to talk, I keep trying to ignore and once more tell her I'm disappointed. Finally I bring up her history of spending beyond her means; she, as I knew she would, takes the defensive on it.
I finally go for the low-blow and tell her I can see why Dad was so angry about her spending in the past. We're quiet a while after she tells me to "take the barbed wire" out of my ass which I didn't know it contained (my ass demands further exploration). Of course she eventually tries to talk some more so I bring it up again. This time she's calmer and agrees she'll stop it. Thinks are nice, the balance has been restored, the planets are aligned. Then I have to be stupidly intelligent and talk about returning it.
She proceeds to tell me what I'm going to do with the items I bought (I surely am awaiting, by the way, the Italicize Mafia for my overuse of their brothers). I get annoyed and tell her what I'm doing. She proceeds to start calling me immature, a titty baby, etc. when I just want to be able to pay for books and gas. She then starts speaking of what I owe her (wear on her car), and I proceed to tell her I can get another ride, and I never asked anything of her about this.
Well, after all this headbutting we get home. I move to take the books out of the vehicle and she gets what the kids would call hella pissed. She tells me not to come into the house, not to eat her food, and the like when I leave the car with the items. She locks the door on me and within 15 seconds unlocks it. I walk in and she proceeds to have a go at me; she's already threatened to kick my ass and now she's babbling about how my brother seems to be right. You see, I apparently want to get my ass kicked; if only I had known I wanted this!
I toss the items at the wall, finally past my limit, telling her she could have the items if she would treat me so badly over them. I then moved forward, tossing my book ("Memoirs of a Geisha" is good, kids!), and towards the counter, shoving against her and taking the role of screaming bitch. I want so much to hit her and I scream about how childish she's been, how brainless she is. I'm sure more than a little spittle flew before I stormed off; I feel bad about snapping at her but Christ how she treated me and how childish she can be!
I needed to get that out of my system. Alllright. Feeling better. *hop* Thanks for listening!
Hyperbole aside it's a rather nice place. That's not why I'm writing though. "Why are you writing," the average reader might say. Well, my response is, "Why do I usually write in this haven for emos?" The answer is to angst and, my friends, angst I will; I assure you will not be disappointed.
Mom had me go to the bookstore to get somethings. Notebooks for class being one but then... well, she wanted T-shirts. And a cap. And a magnetic sticker for the back of her car. My rage began to grow at this; you see, I've had to take out a loan because I wasn't able to get to the delicious college monies in time. This is a loan that's on my head but that's to help me out with what's needed.
So I need this to buy books, to commute to and from, etc. I'm annoyed but on my way there I conjecture that, perhaps, she's not the total dunderhead that I believe her to be. Maybe the items aren't all that much, after all, and we can stand to function with the purchase. I go to the counter to pay for the items, rather cheerful now, then see the price: 111.79. I then feel the rage begin to boil.
After getting lost I manage to find my Mom after she honks the horn at me. I then bring this up with her and she claims she didn't know it would be this price. I don't believe her and tell her I'm certainly disappointed in her. She keeps trying to talk, I keep trying to ignore and once more tell her I'm disappointed. Finally I bring up her history of spending beyond her means; she, as I knew she would, takes the defensive on it.
I finally go for the low-blow and tell her I can see why Dad was so angry about her spending in the past. We're quiet a while after she tells me to "take the barbed wire" out of my ass which I didn't know it contained (my ass demands further exploration). Of course she eventually tries to talk some more so I bring it up again. This time she's calmer and agrees she'll stop it. Thinks are nice, the balance has been restored, the planets are aligned. Then I have to be stupidly intelligent and talk about returning it.
She proceeds to tell me what I'm going to do with the items I bought (I surely am awaiting, by the way, the Italicize Mafia for my overuse of their brothers). I get annoyed and tell her what I'm doing. She proceeds to start calling me immature, a titty baby, etc. when I just want to be able to pay for books and gas. She then starts speaking of what I owe her (wear on her car), and I proceed to tell her I can get another ride, and I never asked anything of her about this.
Well, after all this headbutting we get home. I move to take the books out of the vehicle and she gets what the kids would call hella pissed. She tells me not to come into the house, not to eat her food, and the like when I leave the car with the items. She locks the door on me and within 15 seconds unlocks it. I walk in and she proceeds to have a go at me; she's already threatened to kick my ass and now she's babbling about how my brother seems to be right. You see, I apparently want to get my ass kicked; if only I had known I wanted this!
I toss the items at the wall, finally past my limit, telling her she could have the items if she would treat me so badly over them. I then moved forward, tossing my book ("Memoirs of a Geisha" is good, kids!), and towards the counter, shoving against her and taking the role of screaming bitch. I want so much to hit her and I scream about how childish she's been, how brainless she is. I'm sure more than a little spittle flew before I stormed off; I feel bad about snapping at her but Christ how she treated me and how childish she can be!
I needed to get that out of my system. Alllright. Feeling better. *hop* Thanks for listening!