Good Grief
I can honestly say that I'm sick of my mother. She was off two weeks for the holidays and now she just had knee surgery on Friday, so she'll be off for at least another week and a half. She ran me all over creation during the holidays, shopping for an entertainment center (not just any entertainment center, mind you, it has to be the prettiest one in all the kindom), running errands, and just constantly running.
Oh, and it gets better...she guilt trips me when I go out, especially with my best friend, Brandi. For instance, yesterday before I left to go see Brandi (mind you it's been like at least a week since I went over there last), she all of a sudden needed everything ("Get me ice," she says, "I need water," she says, "Do you really need to go out?" she says.) when she didn't want any of my help all day long, even when I tried to offer her things. And then she'll give me that, "*sigh*, Okay, whatever," all pathetic and pissed of like, and then I get all stressed out and leave. She does stuff like this to me all the time when she's home!
She needs to go back to work. Mom and I get along better if we don't see each other too often. She's just always on the go and wants me to as well, but I am just not a "marathon" like she is. I need my alone away from mom time. I can't wait to start class just so I can get away.
*pant pant pant*
On another note, nothing really happened today, I took Brandi to see Justin (yeah, umm...Justin is in a confined area), her "baby's daddy" as one would say in the ghetto. Let's just say they have issues, well, mostly him, but I love the girl, so what can I do?
I was super pissed at her other best friend, Mikey, last night. Brandi waited for Camerin (her first son) and Landin (her newborn son) to go to sleep so that we could paint her living room walls. Her friend's boyfriend is a professional painter, and he did all the edgings for her. Then Brandi and I began to paint, because he had to do something. Well, about ten minutes into painting, we almost have one wall done. Then Mikey strolls in (Mikey is a light skinned afro puff with a low, gay voice [can you tell I don't like him?]) and takes the paint roller and proceeds to paint the whole living room in ten minutes. The paint was dripping everywhere down the walls because the idiot was putting too much paint on the roller. By doing this, he ran out of paint, and now poor Brandi's walls look horrible. Then he had the balls to sit there and blame all the drips on the professional painter guy, even though it was Mikey's fault. He even painted some of her cords to her lights. Then he decided to make jokes about me, and Brandi was standing up for me, but he wouldn't stop and eventually she kicked him out, but she did that after I left, because I couldn't stand him any more. Oh, also my ex boyfriend's ex girlfriend, Marina was (scrub butt fat ass sloppy Marina) busting on me too the whole time I was there.*grrr*
20 more days 'till my birthday!
Oh, and it gets better...she guilt trips me when I go out, especially with my best friend, Brandi. For instance, yesterday before I left to go see Brandi (mind you it's been like at least a week since I went over there last), she all of a sudden needed everything ("Get me ice," she says, "I need water," she says, "Do you really need to go out?" she says.) when she didn't want any of my help all day long, even when I tried to offer her things. And then she'll give me that, "*sigh*, Okay, whatever," all pathetic and pissed of like, and then I get all stressed out and leave. She does stuff like this to me all the time when she's home!
She needs to go back to work. Mom and I get along better if we don't see each other too often. She's just always on the go and wants me to as well, but I am just not a "marathon" like she is. I need my alone away from mom time. I can't wait to start class just so I can get away.
*pant pant pant*
On another note, nothing really happened today, I took Brandi to see Justin (yeah, umm...Justin is in a confined area), her "baby's daddy" as one would say in the ghetto. Let's just say they have issues, well, mostly him, but I love the girl, so what can I do?
I was super pissed at her other best friend, Mikey, last night. Brandi waited for Camerin (her first son) and Landin (her newborn son) to go to sleep so that we could paint her living room walls. Her friend's boyfriend is a professional painter, and he did all the edgings for her. Then Brandi and I began to paint, because he had to do something. Well, about ten minutes into painting, we almost have one wall done. Then Mikey strolls in (Mikey is a light skinned afro puff with a low, gay voice [can you tell I don't like him?]) and takes the paint roller and proceeds to paint the whole living room in ten minutes. The paint was dripping everywhere down the walls because the idiot was putting too much paint on the roller. By doing this, he ran out of paint, and now poor Brandi's walls look horrible. Then he had the balls to sit there and blame all the drips on the professional painter guy, even though it was Mikey's fault. He even painted some of her cords to her lights. Then he decided to make jokes about me, and Brandi was standing up for me, but he wouldn't stop and eventually she kicked him out, but she did that after I left, because I couldn't stand him any more. Oh, also my ex boyfriend's ex girlfriend, Marina was (scrub butt fat ass sloppy Marina) busting on me too the whole time I was there.*grrr*
20 more days 'till my birthday!