Psycho mother strikes again
oye veh.... the last 24 hours haven't been the hottest for me.
Last night at 1 am my toilet decided to overflow. I'm not talking about rising-to-the-top-of-the-bowl water level, I mean the it's-on-the-floor-i'm-wading-in-toilet water overflow. it was GROSS. I couldn't wake my mother up because, well, she's crazy, and waking up crazy people at 1am with a crisis that could ruin hardwood floors is a very bad idea.
So there I was at 1am, pajama pants rolled up, toilet lid off...I managed to grab a plunger and make use of the long shaft by sticking it into the mechanism bit inside the toilet to make the water stop gushing into the bowl. It remains like that still. I'm quite impressed by my elementary plumbing skills...though I must say I should hope my ass looks slightly better hanging out of my pants than the average plumber....
So after that ordeal I went to bed and managed to get three hours in - only to wake up in the morning to my psychotic mother. "Why where you up at 1 am last night?!?! It's a school night blah blah blah bitch bitch bitch" clearly i couldn't tell her that the toilet exploded, because it was 7am and i was a little late so I just didn't want to go there. Then she starts yelling at me about how my schedule isn't "intense" enough for second semester and that I'll never be able to transfer to Oxford with a "sloppy second semester senior year". Then I proceeded to becoming enraged and yelling back at her - she took this as a sign of my impending mental break down and decided that I couldn't possibly brave two highways while driving to school. I started to leave, she started yelling and running after my car in the driveway. I gave her the middle finger, rolled down my window and said "eat shit."
a) what the fuck!?! It's 7am and she's yelling at me about this kind of crap AGAIN?
b) the reason I have an easier schedule this semester is because I literally killed myself first semester with SEVEN majors so that I could get into Bryn Mawr - the school I so desperately wanted and still want to go to.
d) why isn't bryn mawr good enough for me to go to in her eyes? why does she want me to transfer?
e) after salvaging our house from near destruction via toilet water last night, I REALLY didn't want to wake up to screaming. get me out of here, jesus mary and joseph oh my god.
Last night at 1 am my toilet decided to overflow. I'm not talking about rising-to-the-top-of-the-bowl water level, I mean the it's-on-the-floor-i'm-wading-in-toilet water overflow. it was GROSS. I couldn't wake my mother up because, well, she's crazy, and waking up crazy people at 1am with a crisis that could ruin hardwood floors is a very bad idea.
So there I was at 1am, pajama pants rolled up, toilet lid off...I managed to grab a plunger and make use of the long shaft by sticking it into the mechanism bit inside the toilet to make the water stop gushing into the bowl. It remains like that still. I'm quite impressed by my elementary plumbing skills...though I must say I should hope my ass looks slightly better hanging out of my pants than the average plumber....
So after that ordeal I went to bed and managed to get three hours in - only to wake up in the morning to my psychotic mother. "Why where you up at 1 am last night?!?! It's a school night blah blah blah bitch bitch bitch" clearly i couldn't tell her that the toilet exploded, because it was 7am and i was a little late so I just didn't want to go there. Then she starts yelling at me about how my schedule isn't "intense" enough for second semester and that I'll never be able to transfer to Oxford with a "sloppy second semester senior year". Then I proceeded to becoming enraged and yelling back at her - she took this as a sign of my impending mental break down and decided that I couldn't possibly brave two highways while driving to school. I started to leave, she started yelling and running after my car in the driveway. I gave her the middle finger, rolled down my window and said "eat shit."
a) what the fuck!?! It's 7am and she's yelling at me about this kind of crap AGAIN?
b) the reason I have an easier schedule this semester is because I literally killed myself first semester with SEVEN majors so that I could get into Bryn Mawr - the school I so desperately wanted and still want to go to.
d) why isn't bryn mawr good enough for me to go to in her eyes? why does she want me to transfer?
e) after salvaging our house from near destruction via toilet water last night, I REALLY didn't want to wake up to screaming. get me out of here, jesus mary and joseph oh my god.