They say they know what's best for me--
Well. *Contemplates.* "No man is an island."
Even if I should be around them, I couldn't be. My mother's obsessed.
Erin's having a Christmas party this weekend (since her house will be considered Occupied Territory after her grandparents come the week after). I really did want to go. Being locked up in my house with little real (intelligent) interaction... Will drive me insane. Too much thinking... It's deprived me of my sleep, and will soon deprive me of what's left of my sanity.
But my mother's still on this kick... She hates my friends. Why? Because they didn't come to the Halloween party (that we didn't have because we thought no one was going to come). That was mostly a freakish mistake in communication... *Sigh.* So, now, she's really resentful on... HA! ...my brother's behalf. And my own. Though, we're both alright. We don't give a shit about the Halloween party. We just want to go out and have fun with some people occasionally...
Um. Yes. But, of course, she knows best. Which is why I want to brutally murder her in her sleep.
Did I mention I got some of that, by the way? Some sleep? Yes.
Anyway...
She's not letting us go. It makes me mad. There.
I can do a few things. Shut up, listen, stay home that night, and do something to distract me (or, more likely, sit and fester in my own rage). Try and persuade her (but she's pretty...um...fucking stubborn--she won't even listen to what I have to say, because I'm just some irrational little brat. I am, but that's besides the point. She's being more irrational than I'm being). Or I can utterly disregard her and just walk to Erin's house on the 13th, anyway. That seems to be the most tempting of the three ideas... But it could get me grounded for a little bit, and I don't think I could stay at Erin's very long before she went looking there for me.
Erph. Only a year and a week left.
Need to clean off my art desk. S'covered in charcoal. My, I'm wasteful...
Also need to then use the art desk. Requests. Long-standing requests... Cripes.
Meh.
And want to do a gift. **Mutter.** Which is why I need a large sketchbook! Not sure how I'll send this gift once I finish it... Because the sketchbook in question is rather large... Don't think there's an envelope for sending paper as large as that. Hmm.
But, for want of four dollars, the sketchbook will have to wait a schoshie bit longer. As will the gift. I just hope I can draw it when I finally do get the damn sketchbook.
Hmm. Black, grey, green, blue.
Need a new Sharpie, too. I...um... Kind of sold mine today. I figured I wouldn't need the fine-tip at the time...I was sleep-deprived...and Sarah needed it.
I'll get these things eventually. Hopefully sooner. **Rubs at her temple.** With what's left of the money I got from selling the picture. Isn't it funny? A cycle.
Hopefully it'll be worth it.
Hmm. No one's talking to me. Nothing's happening. Gonna clean this place up, and then I'm going to try and start drawing.
By the way--thank you, Ah'yi.
Even if I should be around them, I couldn't be. My mother's obsessed.
Erin's having a Christmas party this weekend (since her house will be considered Occupied Territory after her grandparents come the week after). I really did want to go. Being locked up in my house with little real (intelligent) interaction... Will drive me insane. Too much thinking... It's deprived me of my sleep, and will soon deprive me of what's left of my sanity.
But my mother's still on this kick... She hates my friends. Why? Because they didn't come to the Halloween party (that we didn't have because we thought no one was going to come). That was mostly a freakish mistake in communication... *Sigh.* So, now, she's really resentful on... HA! ...my brother's behalf. And my own. Though, we're both alright. We don't give a shit about the Halloween party. We just want to go out and have fun with some people occasionally...
Um. Yes. But, of course, she knows best. Which is why I want to brutally murder her in her sleep.
Did I mention I got some of that, by the way? Some sleep? Yes.
Anyway...
She's not letting us go. It makes me mad. There.
I can do a few things. Shut up, listen, stay home that night, and do something to distract me (or, more likely, sit and fester in my own rage). Try and persuade her (but she's pretty...um...fucking stubborn--she won't even listen to what I have to say, because I'm just some irrational little brat. I am, but that's besides the point. She's being more irrational than I'm being). Or I can utterly disregard her and just walk to Erin's house on the 13th, anyway. That seems to be the most tempting of the three ideas... But it could get me grounded for a little bit, and I don't think I could stay at Erin's very long before she went looking there for me.
Erph. Only a year and a week left.
Need to clean off my art desk. S'covered in charcoal. My, I'm wasteful...
Also need to then use the art desk. Requests. Long-standing requests... Cripes.
Meh.
And want to do a gift. **Mutter.** Which is why I need a large sketchbook! Not sure how I'll send this gift once I finish it... Because the sketchbook in question is rather large... Don't think there's an envelope for sending paper as large as that. Hmm.
But, for want of four dollars, the sketchbook will have to wait a schoshie bit longer. As will the gift. I just hope I can draw it when I finally do get the damn sketchbook.
Hmm. Black, grey, green, blue.
Need a new Sharpie, too. I...um... Kind of sold mine today. I figured I wouldn't need the fine-tip at the time...I was sleep-deprived...and Sarah needed it.
I'll get these things eventually. Hopefully sooner. **Rubs at her temple.** With what's left of the money I got from selling the picture. Isn't it funny? A cycle.
Hopefully it'll be worth it.
Hmm. No one's talking to me. Nothing's happening. Gonna clean this place up, and then I'm going to try and start drawing.
By the way--thank you, Ah'yi.