What is with me and sleep?
I can never freakin' seem to sleep. Last night I passed out after south park at like 12am and then I woke up for good at freakin' five in the morning. I have no finals, nothing to do today until later tonight when I finish cleaning my room and getting ready for the first portion of my move.
Oh for fucks sake... I just got an email from my mom. Apparently my pictures weren't "Sincere Enough" and she's pissed off at me. Perhaps I should give backstory, yes? My dad sent me a scanned version of a picture that's framed somewhere in our house. My mom assumes, largely since I don't wax sentimental every verbal opportunity, that I'm callous and don't give a shit about my family or anyone else. So she gives me hell in an email, accusing me of just sending random trash that I'd taken in order to placate her.
So, I just spent like forty or so minutes coming up with a suitable response without being mean. She's my mother afterall and I understand why she got so nitpicky all of a sudden, she just wants to know I appreciate her. She just happens to go about it in a very... very... wrong way. Giving me flak because she doesn't think I put enough effort into something (when I did, be it clear or unclear to her) isn't exactly the way to encourage me to want to keep talking with her on a regular basis.
Right right, anyway, just to stop any errant comments about how I should deal with my family - Don't post any. It'll just serve to annoy me.
On a much more normal, and less bitchy, note only two more days before I have to move back to phoenix for a week and a half. Then after that it's back to Tucson for good. Buddha preserve me.
Oh for fucks sake... I just got an email from my mom. Apparently my pictures weren't "Sincere Enough" and she's pissed off at me. Perhaps I should give backstory, yes? My dad sent me a scanned version of a picture that's framed somewhere in our house. My mom assumes, largely since I don't wax sentimental every verbal opportunity, that I'm callous and don't give a shit about my family or anyone else. So she gives me hell in an email, accusing me of just sending random trash that I'd taken in order to placate her.
So, I just spent like forty or so minutes coming up with a suitable response without being mean. She's my mother afterall and I understand why she got so nitpicky all of a sudden, she just wants to know I appreciate her. She just happens to go about it in a very... very... wrong way. Giving me flak because she doesn't think I put enough effort into something (when I did, be it clear or unclear to her) isn't exactly the way to encourage me to want to keep talking with her on a regular basis.
Right right, anyway, just to stop any errant comments about how I should deal with my family - Don't post any. It'll just serve to annoy me.
On a much more normal, and less bitchy, note only two more days before I have to move back to phoenix for a week and a half. Then after that it's back to Tucson for good. Buddha preserve me.