All my people right here, right now: d'ya know what I mean?
So, during an argument earlier with my div of a mum over who was to do the dishes (she wanted me to do them, despite knowing my sworn oath never to touch another dish in my life after working at summer camp and living with Eileen--and despite knowing that none of said dishes were mine because I haven't eaten in 3 days), she called me a "complete waste of space and a waste of the last 21 years of her life."
Needless to say, my ponce-ish git of a mother and I are no longer speaking at the moment, and I almost threw one of the said dishes at her head. I know she sometimes wonders how anyone else will ever stand to live with me, given that I can't cook or clean and I don't like to be touched. I always have to refrain from reminding her that I don't PLAN to get married (or if I do get married, he'll have to do those things), or live with other people for that matter. And if she didn't want me to waste the last 21 years of her life, then she shouldn't have decided to give birth to me. I doubt it would have made any difference to my infant self whether i was born or not. She has no one to blame for me but herself.
She also had the gall to say that I was the laziest of her three children. I had to refrain from laughing. That would be my younger sister, Heather, who legally mum has no say in what she does (cos she's a foster daughter). I at least am academically rigorous (or you would think so anyway, given my grades. It's not my fault that it doesnt REALLY take me that much hardwork to do well academically). And when I was at school, I would clean up after myself. And after my interview for my practicum on Thursday, in which I will know what hours I'll be working, I can focus on getting a paying job in town. You see, in the midst of this argument she told me that I'm the only one who never does ANYTHING in the household. I DO clean up after MYSELF, which is the only person I am legally responsible for. I'm sorry if I have no wish to waste my time cleaning up dishes (which are only going to be dirtied up again anyway) or cleaning up after a dog that's not mine. I clean my room, and when I bother to eat (which isn't often) i clean up after myself then too. And I wash my own clothes. And I drive myself everywhere.
Mum then said I got under her feet all the time cos I never go out. I was like, "Um...we moved here post-high school graduation, Mum. I know NO BODY around here? Where the fuck am I supposed to go?" I was tempted to tell her I was more than willing to hit the local bars if she really wanted me to go out (Mum is a prohibitionist...hard core), but decided not to press my luck. I was jonesin for a cigarette too. Half to piss off my mum, and half because I just wanted one.
Is it time to get the fuck out of this hellhole yet? I am so ready to be back in England, among the pubs and the good rock music (not that American Idol crap I heard earlier through my bedroom walls) and around people who can make a semi-intelligent argument (that's not my mum obviously. I tell you, for having two Masters, she's a bit of a nunce).
In the plus column, I have been guaranteed the rest of the night by myself to try and get through Dan Brown's Angels and Demons so I can finally see the film at the cinema. And tomorrow night, I hit the Coldplay concert in VA Beach with two of my closest friends from teh summer camp I used to work at.
Needless to say, my ponce-ish git of a mother and I are no longer speaking at the moment, and I almost threw one of the said dishes at her head. I know she sometimes wonders how anyone else will ever stand to live with me, given that I can't cook or clean and I don't like to be touched. I always have to refrain from reminding her that I don't PLAN to get married (or if I do get married, he'll have to do those things), or live with other people for that matter. And if she didn't want me to waste the last 21 years of her life, then she shouldn't have decided to give birth to me. I doubt it would have made any difference to my infant self whether i was born or not. She has no one to blame for me but herself.
She also had the gall to say that I was the laziest of her three children. I had to refrain from laughing. That would be my younger sister, Heather, who legally mum has no say in what she does (cos she's a foster daughter). I at least am academically rigorous (or you would think so anyway, given my grades. It's not my fault that it doesnt REALLY take me that much hardwork to do well academically). And when I was at school, I would clean up after myself. And after my interview for my practicum on Thursday, in which I will know what hours I'll be working, I can focus on getting a paying job in town. You see, in the midst of this argument she told me that I'm the only one who never does ANYTHING in the household. I DO clean up after MYSELF, which is the only person I am legally responsible for. I'm sorry if I have no wish to waste my time cleaning up dishes (which are only going to be dirtied up again anyway) or cleaning up after a dog that's not mine. I clean my room, and when I bother to eat (which isn't often) i clean up after myself then too. And I wash my own clothes. And I drive myself everywhere.
Mum then said I got under her feet all the time cos I never go out. I was like, "Um...we moved here post-high school graduation, Mum. I know NO BODY around here? Where the fuck am I supposed to go?" I was tempted to tell her I was more than willing to hit the local bars if she really wanted me to go out (Mum is a prohibitionist...hard core), but decided not to press my luck. I was jonesin for a cigarette too. Half to piss off my mum, and half because I just wanted one.
Is it time to get the fuck out of this hellhole yet? I am so ready to be back in England, among the pubs and the good rock music (not that American Idol crap I heard earlier through my bedroom walls) and around people who can make a semi-intelligent argument (that's not my mum obviously. I tell you, for having two Masters, she's a bit of a nunce).
In the plus column, I have been guaranteed the rest of the night by myself to try and get through Dan Brown's Angels and Demons so I can finally see the film at the cinema. And tomorrow night, I hit the Coldplay concert in VA Beach with two of my closest friends from teh summer camp I used to work at.