Late Night Ramblings
Ah fudge.
It's like... 5 am and i couldn't really sleep. i absolutely abhor it when my mom yells at me for staying up late. want to be back at davis.
goddamn.
i have work tomorrow at like... 10. which isn't so bad, i guess, but it does mean that i get up around 8 or so. or more accurately, 8:30. i dont particularly care but i'm just in a bad mood because my mom was just being really self-righteous and all like, "what is your problem?! why are you always writing? you shouldn't love it so much." blah blah and being crabby.
which sucks because i dont think she understand that writing is just what i do. i dont think she'll ever fully appreciate it. i gave her one of my stories to read and she lost it.
yes, she put it down somewhere and lost it. and now she nags me b/c she says i never let her read anything that i write.
i wonder why?
.... she also wants me to go into marketing. or something nice and mild, like human resources, or better yet, homemaking.
fuck this.
It's like... 5 am and i couldn't really sleep. i absolutely abhor it when my mom yells at me for staying up late. want to be back at davis.
goddamn.
i have work tomorrow at like... 10. which isn't so bad, i guess, but it does mean that i get up around 8 or so. or more accurately, 8:30. i dont particularly care but i'm just in a bad mood because my mom was just being really self-righteous and all like, "what is your problem?! why are you always writing? you shouldn't love it so much." blah blah and being crabby.
which sucks because i dont think she understand that writing is just what i do. i dont think she'll ever fully appreciate it. i gave her one of my stories to read and she lost it.
yes, she put it down somewhere and lost it. and now she nags me b/c she says i never let her read anything that i write.
i wonder why?
.... she also wants me to go into marketing. or something nice and mild, like human resources, or better yet, homemaking.
fuck this.