Sep 06, 2007 15:17
Mom decided that she wanted to go to Marry Hill again. I told her to do whatever, mostly because she's been having a hard time at work, and when she brought it up she was freaking out particularly bad about it, and just wanted to "get away". Anyway, the time has come and now I have to spend an extra long weekend, Friday through Monday, camping. I really, really don't want to go, but now I have to. I wouldn't mind so much if we were staying at a hotel, but we're tent camping. I didn't want to go in the first place, I just said that I would to make her happy. Going on "vacation" is fine, but we've already been twice this summer. "Summer" as in the six weeks I had left after I got out of summer classes, not the whole summer. I have never really liked going on "vacations". They always seem to be more stressful and uncomfortable than anything. I get carsick, and because of that ten to have never ending headaches the rest of the trip. When we are tent camping, I'm always uncomfortable at night and can't sleep. My face breaks out horribly, and this time it's right before classes start. It just pisses me off. I try to be nice for mom, since I don't want to ruin her vacation, but I am never all that happy when we go anywhere. The only thing I do that I enjoy at all is read, and I can do that just as easily from home. On top of everything else, I have the package of bath stuff that should come by UPS sometime between now and when we get back. I'm just hoping that the UPS people don't leave it on the doorstep for anyone to steal. Anyway, so I'm just all-around pissed off. I didn't even know she was coming to pick me up tonight until she called me last night. I hadn't thought that we'd be leaving till Saturday.
I know this whole rant is nothing but petty childishness, but I'm still pissed off all the same.
life,
rant