Dec 17, 2005 09:08
7:00 - mother comes into room, turns lights on, begins digging through my drawers, asking what still fits. i said, "take whatever," and rolled back over.
8:45 - alarm goes off. i get up to enjoy a nice bowl of cereal, still half asleep. have following conversation:
father: why didn't you clean out your closet?
me: excuse me?
father: your mom said you didn't clean out your closet for the refugees like she asked you to.
gee parents, i'm sorry that i was worrying about exams, colorguard, my job, taking care of justin, church, art crew, christmas shopping, and boys, all while trying to keep a smile on my face. my bad. next year, i'll drop everything i'm doing to give to them. hey, i'll just tell my cal professor i was doing something more important than studying for my exam: BEING MY MOTHER'S MINION!!
this all makes me even more mad because i did clean it out, on thursday i think. i don't know, but i was talking to travis. i remember because my mom yelled at me then too. dang i need to get out of here.