wednesday:
Breathe in, breathe out. I want to break something.
My mom comes home, looks pissed, I ask her how she is, she tells me crappy and blahblahblah. It isn't that I don't care that she doesn't feel good, butright now I dodn't have enough respect for her to find her complaints worthy of note.
She stomps around the house, suddenly provokedby someting, complaining about this and that. Yelling at my sister and I. Okay, I deal, yeah we could do more around the house, I continue to try and restart the woodstove that Emma leet die while I was upstairs. Mom stomps around some more. She sure is noisy and active for someone who doesn't feel too good. I deal with her temper because I understnad that people aren't at their nicest when they don't feel good.
One of the things she complained about was the luandry. In our house the laundry gets done once a week, all at the same time. Then gets folded and put on my parents bed, where everyone goes and picks up their own. I took all of my laundry yesterday. Stupidly i left the bin of folded laundry downstairs instead of bringing it up. So I took the bin today and started to sort it out onto the couch (thinking that it would be better to sort it there, then put it in people's rooms than to sort it on mom's bed and leave it there like usual. I figured she would want to go to bed since she didn't feel good, and didn't want her to have to deal with laundry on her bed that people hadn't come to pick up yet). I fold the piece on top, it was clearly unfolded, and she starts bitching about how it's all folded except for the one on top. Well since that was the one I was folding, this rude comment was unnecessary. Then she goes on about how I shouldn't be doing it on the couch, I tell her that I thought she would want to go lie down, she yells at me saying she wants to watch tv and bring the laundry upstairs. Then she pretty much tells me to shut up.
Terrific. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
My mom is so good at making me feel like shit! She just has this attitude that her life would be so much better if I just weren't in it. She makes me feel like I am fundementaly flawed, and that everything is wrong with me, and I will never be able to fix myself in any way that will make her want to have anything to do with me, ever. Sometimes she is nice, but most of the time she just makes it clear that she hates me.
I'm not smart enough for her, or I don't work hard enough in school or something. My grades have never been good enough for her, no matter how hard I try. I got my report card yeterday. So she sees my brothers and assumes that I had hid mine. Great. No bitch, you just walked by the table he left his out on before you walked by the table that I left mine out on. The best part is, I was walking to her with the damn thing in my hand as she was demanding that I give her mine, actually standing right fucking behind her, cus she can't goddamn turn the fuck around to see me standing there. No, she would rather assume that I am an awful person and ashamed of my grades. As I was walking over with it she asked me how I did, so I told her that I got honor roll, "Well that doesn't mean anything. What grades did you get?". Yeah, cus honor roll isn't good enough, actually she is pissed already cus I didn't get high honors like my brother, not like I didn't already tell her this a week ago when teachers told me my grades. I got two A+'s, two A-'s, and three B's. Yup, no where near good enough. I suck.
I just can't do anything right according to her. The only times she gives me compliments (other than to say that I am pretty, like I give a fuck about that. I have no control over my looks, I want a goddamn compliment about me) is when someone else tells her something nice about me. lmao Funny thing, they always say things about the was I see things, and the way that I think. Aduls, apparently, think that I am smart and have a good outlook on life. hah! Take that everyone who thinks that I need psychiatric help. Yeah, that was me bragging. Yes, I know that you don't care. But guess what! This is my blog, this is me thinking, and that was the thought that came into my head, so that's what I wrote.
Feeling a little better now, only desiring to crush non living things.
Hung out with Robin yesterday. She was going to come pick me up and 2:45 or so, but then she threw up and had to go into work late, and then she wanted to go see her horse, so she picked me up a little after 5. We went to her house, and made a mooooooooovie, and her neighbor's dog slobbered on my pants. It was gross! I looked down and my pants had this shiny stuff on them! Like the trail a snail leaves behind it. Yuck! She got her friends to come pick us up a little later on. So we drove around aimlessly while Robin fought with ehr mom on el telephono. Then we went into the radio station, and Robin and Amber had sex in the bathrooom, and then Robin flashed everyone while trying to show us the reversble nature of her bra. lmao Mat told me that I have the perfect voice to be a comedian, something about you can never tell if I am being serious or sarcastic. People tend to have that problem a lot with me, only no one has ever told me that it means that I have the right voice to be a comedian! That was terific, it made me laugh. S[peaking of which, I use sarcasm a lot more than I realize. I was talking to this guy online, and I said something, and he was like, "Wait, you were being sarcastice there right?". My first reaction was, "I didn't just say something sarcastic", then I went back to check, yup, definite sarcasm. ahhhhhhhh that was great.
So now I get to add another badass thing to my list of me being badass! The list up to date:
1) sharing a sleeping bag with a boy
2) watching rated R movies before asking my parents if it was ok
3) leaving Robin's house last night when I told my mom that I would be at Robin's.
Woops, forgot to call and tell her that we were going out. hah and I am sure that she would love that I went to the radio station, cus she was so excited when I went the last time. (that was sarcastic. She freaked when she found out that I went last year. hah why wasn't that badass? Cus I asked my dad if I could go. lol My mom was unavailable (really! she was off somewhere, and she didn't leave a note!))