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You know, I find it sort of sad that one day my mom was telling me that I'm not any worse than any other person, and then another day she'll be telling me how useless, worthless I am, and that i got in Berkeley mostly because of luck, and the fact that my major doesn't get many girls. She's been bugging me not only about not having a job (which, I admit, is my own fault), and then proceed to say how I don't learn anything, how all I do is play games and read manga, how I'm so lazy, and is is dumb when it comes to helping people, and how I can never do anything by myself, and that they (my parents) must always help me.
At this point, it's getting way too old for me to even get into that big rant about how they don't help me at all. *sigh*
She continued to tell me how she's worried that I'm gonna have problems in college because i sit around too much, and how i odn't know how to cook, or clean, and that my roommate is gonna hate me because i'm so filthy (which I'm not, thank you very much).
So yeah.
I met Martika again today, and it was fun. I found out through my parents that she got a 1500 on her SAT. My parents then proceeds to infer to me how I'm so much inferior than her. Heh. At least it was fun talking to her, and she recommended a whole bunch of books. What was great was that she got me to sit down and read books right there in the bookstore (I actually finished this book today, in one sitting), and she got me to go over to the juvenile fiction section (which is pretty neat, 'cause they had the young adult Tanith Lee books there). I'm actually thinking of going to the bookstore more often to read, if only to get away from the parents, and so they don't have to say that i'm always in front of the comp playing RO.
But then again, I'll bet they'll start saying how I'm always out, and that i'm not studying or exercising, and not getting a job, etc., etc.
At this point, it's getting way too old for me to even get into that big rant about how they don't help me at all. *sigh*
She continued to tell me how she's worried that I'm gonna have problems in college because i sit around too much, and how i odn't know how to cook, or clean, and that my roommate is gonna hate me because i'm so filthy (which I'm not, thank you very much).
So yeah.
I met Martika again today, and it was fun. I found out through my parents that she got a 1500 on her SAT. My parents then proceeds to infer to me how I'm so much inferior than her. Heh. At least it was fun talking to her, and she recommended a whole bunch of books. What was great was that she got me to sit down and read books right there in the bookstore (I actually finished this book today, in one sitting), and she got me to go over to the juvenile fiction section (which is pretty neat, 'cause they had the young adult Tanith Lee books there). I'm actually thinking of going to the bookstore more often to read, if only to get away from the parents, and so they don't have to say that i'm always in front of the comp playing RO.
But then again, I'll bet they'll start saying how I'm always out, and that i'm not studying or exercising, and not getting a job, etc., etc.