Christmas cheer is a lot easier when your mother isn't all but grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you as hard as she can in an attempt to force a good mood on you.

-_- Bitching at me for requesting help with wrapping gifts. "Why didn't you ask your father?!?!?" Because I fell asleep for an hour, and it's not normal to ask somebody to help you ( Read more... )

My mother is a comic book nerd.

Let me reiterate that. My mother, the one who teased me about playing WoW, is an Avengers fangirl. She reads Thor, Captain America, and loves the early comics Spiderman because (and these are her words) "he's such a smart-ass". She just watched the entire Iron Man movie and wants to watch the sequel with my sister.

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Made breakfast for Dad
Went grocery shopping
Scrubbed down bathroom sink
Cleaned toilet
Cooked dinner for parents
Cleaned dishes

And tomorrow, I get to do it all over again AND work for four hours.

Fun. -_-

Man. Either Mom's church service is really long or she's been abducted by nuns.

I'm putting money on the first. The second, while scary, would also be hilarious.

Wearing uncomfortable high-heel shoes because my parents think I should, wearing a long-sleeved shirt in mid-August heat because my parents said to look nice, and lugging a 5-pound solid black notebook all the way across town because my parents said I should. All to get a job I kind of want and that my parents want me to get ( Read more... )

*air guitars*

Heck yeah! Tomorrow I'll be at The Happiest Kingdom What Walt Built in Anaheim. I'm pumped. Mom's determined to go get sillouettes made of me and Kelsey. And we're gonna ride a kajillion things and get SPACE BURGERS FROM SPACE. And rock out with some hillbillies and get wet on this ride and make up words to the POTC song and eat frozen ( Read more... )