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A while ago I wrote a song to express my frustration towards mom. I've re-done it.
Sung to the tune of 'Rain, rain, go away'
Mom, mom, go away,
I don't give a damn what you say.
If you stay, then I swear
I'll bust your head with a fucking chair.
Mom is so fucking retarded.
Hoorah for Massachusetts! Or...maybe it was Michigan...well, anyway, one of those states that begins with 'M' has made homosexual marriges legal! Mom and I had an argument about it over dinner, becuase I called Bush a homophobe because he said, "I will do everything within my power to prevent same-sex marriges."
Me: Bush is just a stupid homophobe.
Mom: Well, I'm not a homophobe, but I'm against gay marriges.
Me: Why?!
Mom: Because it goes against what the Bible says.
Me: Mom, People have the right, the free will, to go against what the Bible says. If they want to throw everything away for love, it's not our place to stop them. Homosexuality isn't the path I would choose,but if someone else wants to take that road in life, we should let them!
Mom: Bailey, look at the telivision screen. Does that look natural to you?!
TV: *Shows a pic of two guys snogging.*
Me: *Stares at the TV a while, before look at mom with a strict, emotionless face.* I see nothing unnatural on that screen, mother. *Gets up and leaves*
Not to mention interims. My grades:
Science: 100 A+
Math: 93 B+
English: 95 A
Geography: 94 A-
Reading: 93 B+
Pretty good, yes? Well, not for that psyco-bitch, mom.
Me: *Proudly reads of grades, emphasizing the 100 in Science*
Mom: *Has a look of horror mixed with disgust on her face* How the hell did you get a B in reading?
Me: *Blinks* Uh...I dunno...but did you hear, Mom? I got a 100 in Sci-
Mom: I want you to bring that B up to an A. In Math, too. Because I won't accept anything less than that.
Me: *Sighs* Right. *Gets up to leave*
Mom: I'm serious, now! You better bring those grades up!
Me: I will.
Mom: You better.
She hasn't said , "I love you" or "I'm proud of your other good grades" or even a fucking, "How was your day?"
Why must my life revolves around Academics?! DAMMIT!
And to make it all whoopty-fucking-doo, I'm still stuck on On Your Knees. I dan't figure out how to get from, "Shit, I looked at his crotch again!" to the next sequence without skipping around too much.
I want to join remon_rabu_rabu but myth720-sama still hasn't talked to laliho about it.
jkhlgjfgkhgkjlhkDAMMIT.
Sung to the tune of 'Rain, rain, go away'
Mom, mom, go away,
I don't give a damn what you say.
If you stay, then I swear
I'll bust your head with a fucking chair.
Mom is so fucking retarded.
Hoorah for Massachusetts! Or...maybe it was Michigan...well, anyway, one of those states that begins with 'M' has made homosexual marriges legal! Mom and I had an argument about it over dinner, becuase I called Bush a homophobe because he said, "I will do everything within my power to prevent same-sex marriges."
Me: Bush is just a stupid homophobe.
Mom: Well, I'm not a homophobe, but I'm against gay marriges.
Me: Why?!
Mom: Because it goes against what the Bible says.
Me: Mom, People have the right, the free will, to go against what the Bible says. If they want to throw everything away for love, it's not our place to stop them. Homosexuality isn't the path I would choose,but if someone else wants to take that road in life, we should let them!
Mom: Bailey, look at the telivision screen. Does that look natural to you?!
TV: *Shows a pic of two guys snogging.*
Me: *Stares at the TV a while, before look at mom with a strict, emotionless face.* I see nothing unnatural on that screen, mother. *Gets up and leaves*
Not to mention interims. My grades:
Science: 100 A+
Math: 93 B+
English: 95 A
Geography: 94 A-
Reading: 93 B+
Pretty good, yes? Well, not for that psyco-bitch, mom.
Me: *Proudly reads of grades, emphasizing the 100 in Science*
Mom: *Has a look of horror mixed with disgust on her face* How the hell did you get a B in reading?
Me: *Blinks* Uh...I dunno...but did you hear, Mom? I got a 100 in Sci-
Mom: I want you to bring that B up to an A. In Math, too. Because I won't accept anything less than that.
Me: *Sighs* Right. *Gets up to leave*
Mom: I'm serious, now! You better bring those grades up!
Me: I will.
Mom: You better.
She hasn't said , "I love you" or "I'm proud of your other good grades" or even a fucking, "How was your day?"
Why must my life revolves around Academics?! DAMMIT!
And to make it all whoopty-fucking-doo, I'm still stuck on On Your Knees. I dan't figure out how to get from, "Shit, I looked at his crotch again!" to the next sequence without skipping around too much.
I want to join remon_rabu_rabu but myth720-sama still hasn't talked to laliho about it.
jkhlgjfgkhgkjlhkDAMMIT.