so my paid account died today....sniffle sniffle
ew. my mom is UP MY ASS about all kinds of school stuff of course. it's so noisy here, all the time, and people ask way too many questions. I miss the peace of lindseys house. despite the fact that people came over all the time, it somehow managed to be more quiet and harmonious. everyone here is always fighting, there's this CLOUD of discontent. if only they could abide by the rules of "don't ask, don't tell". it's like they feed off of the negative vibes. don't they realize that by shoving our problems right into our faces, it only makes it harder for us to solve them? yes mom, I know I have to take care of the D in chemistry from 11th grade, don't scream in my face about it, and then point out that I have to figure it out on my own...I'm aware of this fact, and I will figure it out on my own, so it would be nice if you wouldn't wave the hideous facts in my face and then laugh about how I have to fix it myself.
on another note, I was drinking my tangerine juice and came upon a fibrous lump of fruit-flesh. yes, I ate it. and it dribbled all over my white shirt. fabulous. ugh. I can feel her anger-waves reaching out in my general direction...disgusting.
and I HAVE to be out of here when the housekeepers come...I hate being here when they're here. they make me feel...violated.
on another note, I was drinking my tangerine juice and came upon a fibrous lump of fruit-flesh. yes, I ate it. and it dribbled all over my white shirt. fabulous. ugh. I can feel her anger-waves reaching out in my general direction...disgusting.
and I HAVE to be out of here when the housekeepers come...I hate being here when they're here. they make me feel...violated.