28 hours, 28 minutes
This family irks me. They're way too old to be parents anyhow. Thats why there is such a riff between us. At least my dad avoids the conflict, my mom is the last thing conducive to an intelligent environment, and I just go about without any regard to how they want me to talk. I mean hell, I regard their wishes, but sorry-- I swear? Most people do these days, and most people (INCLUDING me) know when there are proper moments to swear between one or two people of close relationship.
Evidently, my mother is incapable of getting past her emotions over the travesty that is my ability to speak like a proper young lady and moreover, me, the blasphemous bastard blemish of her life.
How's that for talking like a young lady? I should make it my goal from now on just to piss them off by using large words they dont know.
That might be entertaining-- it'd perhaps broaden my vocabulary.
Maybe I should find some Old English swearing terms to throw at them, have them trip up and stop, then get all the more angry.
I mean good god, my teacher and I have sworn in front of eachother before--given the context. My parents need to get over themselves for one slip up and they need to realise I'm not some nasty little bug like Gregor in Kafka's The Metamorphosis. IB GODS, YOU BETTER BE SMILING, I DID IN FACT JUST COMPARE MYSELF TO GREGOR.
These people are idiots. Mainly my dear mother because my dad just works himself to death. But my dad can be such a bastard to her, and she just takes it-- why? Because she grew up in the 50s and she is a subserviant housewife, doormat. She admits it too, perhaps because she likes it-- its the norm, and it is comfortable to her. But hell, I know why my dad turns to work to get away from the family--I know in part because, I do it too. Exhbit A, biology.
Which by the way...
I'm about ready to commit suicide over biology-- and I'm dead serious about this one, literally... or almost literally if anyone caught that irony there.
The thing is, this family has no conception of what the hell is going on in the world. China, Kenya, France. Jesus Christ. How is our world so screwed up? That is what matters, not the fact that Elizabeth Laws uttered "fucked up" because "screwed up" fails at confessing sheer magnitude of the pain I feel for this dreadfully IDIOTIC home life.
Kill. Me. Now. Thanks.
Luckily we have enough work to do so I can go drown myself in that for a long, long while.
IN OTHER NEWS IN A LESS JEJUNE TONE...
I TOTALLY JUST USED THAT WORD PROPERLY. I AM HAPPY. I read that word in the NY Times and was like "HRM... DICTIONARY." Wow. Love.
I PAID MY DAD TO GET ME A COPY OF THE NY TIMES. AND OMGOMGOGMG. IT MADE ME HAPPY. Well.. getting the newspaper and then seeing LOST have an entire gigantic section-- then it equally made me depressed about how China is dealing with it's dissident, Human Rights activists and the news from Kenya, and god what else was depressing... Hillary winning Florida? But at least that had a slightly lighter tone to it because BAM. THE DNC STIPPED FLORIDA OF IT'S DEMOCRATIC DELEGATES. PWNED. I'm actually somewhat happy the DNC did that because there will be a revote at the end of the primaries, and hopefully Obama will pull out a victory then.
I am going to be caucasus for Washington. YES. I entirely and vehemently encourage you to caucasus as well if you are 17 and will be 18 for the election. It is important and I think to a certain extent it is your duty as a US citizen.
I am so freaking happy right now. I'm in such a wanting to be productive mode-- I'm excited to finish my math homework, vocab, TOK papers, CoD, study for Biology
LOST. OH MY GOSH. LOST. LOST IN 28 HOURS AND 28 MINUTES.
CLASSES TODAY WERE 28 MINUTES EACH. LAWL. I LOVE YOU RED TEAM, I DONT BELIEVE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I TRULY DO.
Life is good sometimes.
Chris Brown = Thomas Jefferson
OH HEY. And oh my god Bradley, Kaitlin and I are going to make a video rendition of The Metamorphosis. You two are brilliant.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Evidently, my mother is incapable of getting past her emotions over the travesty that is my ability to speak like a proper young lady and moreover, me, the blasphemous bastard blemish of her life.
How's that for talking like a young lady? I should make it my goal from now on just to piss them off by using large words they dont know.
That might be entertaining-- it'd perhaps broaden my vocabulary.
Maybe I should find some Old English swearing terms to throw at them, have them trip up and stop, then get all the more angry.
I mean good god, my teacher and I have sworn in front of eachother before--given the context. My parents need to get over themselves for one slip up and they need to realise I'm not some nasty little bug like Gregor in Kafka's The Metamorphosis. IB GODS, YOU BETTER BE SMILING, I DID IN FACT JUST COMPARE MYSELF TO GREGOR.
These people are idiots. Mainly my dear mother because my dad just works himself to death. But my dad can be such a bastard to her, and she just takes it-- why? Because she grew up in the 50s and she is a subserviant housewife, doormat. She admits it too, perhaps because she likes it-- its the norm, and it is comfortable to her. But hell, I know why my dad turns to work to get away from the family--I know in part because, I do it too. Exhbit A, biology.
Which by the way...
I'm about ready to commit suicide over biology-- and I'm dead serious about this one, literally... or almost literally if anyone caught that irony there.
The thing is, this family has no conception of what the hell is going on in the world. China, Kenya, France. Jesus Christ. How is our world so screwed up? That is what matters, not the fact that Elizabeth Laws uttered "fucked up" because "screwed up" fails at confessing sheer magnitude of the pain I feel for this dreadfully IDIOTIC home life.
Kill. Me. Now. Thanks.
Luckily we have enough work to do so I can go drown myself in that for a long, long while.
IN OTHER NEWS IN A LESS JEJUNE TONE...
Life is good sometimes.
Chris Brown = Thomas Jefferson
OH HEY. And oh my god Bradley, Kaitlin and I are going to make a video rendition of The Metamorphosis. You two are brilliant.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.