Can I leave now, please?
I came downstairs an hour ago to take a break from studying by curling up in my blanket, eating popcorn, drinking kool-aid, and watching Sex and the City. Now, I'm stuck down here because my mom and Annie are having a fight in the hallway upstairs, and I can't get into my room without getting into the fight. It makes me so happy to see Annie standing up for herself, trying to talk some sense into my mother. Since I have nothing better to do, I will describe the situation. My mom yelled at Annie for having her boyfriend over one afternoon without asking my first. As domineering an act as this is for a landlord to do to a border (though it is her house), Brendon has his little wifey (read: fiancée) over almost every other night, without asking, and mother doesn't say a word. Why are parents such assholes. Why is everyone so confusing? Why can't people just make sense?