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Jan. 10th, 2005 09:30 pmOk.
So my dad threatens all of us by saying if we don't vacuum the room by 7, we will suffer horrible fates. Fine. A few problems there. NONE OF US ARE HOME BY 7!!! I don't get home on Mondays until close to 9. My sister has sports-y stuff. And he knows this. So as soon as we all get home, he has to smugly saunter up and ask us if the room is ready for inspection. I DON'T KNOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK, EINSTEIN???
And why do we have to vacuum the room in the first place, even though it was just vacuumed (BY ME)? BECAUSE GASP!OMG!SHOCK! THE CAT WALKED INTO IT. Our cat is the quintessential neat cat. She cleans herself hourly. She never puts a foot outside. What the hell does it have to do with vacuuming?
Then when I sat down at the computer (WHICH WAS OFF), my mom got hurt and offended because she was going to use it. WELL, WHY DIDN'T SHE JUST SAY SO?!? I'm not an unreasonable person, but I can't be expected to read her friggin' mind all the bloody time. She proceeds to muscle me out of my chair like an unruly union worker leader. Ok, whatever. I'll wait my turn.
I bounce back so OMG PROUD because I am in a magazine! WOW! After two decades of proudly displaying miniscule accomplishments such as, oh, I don't know, getting Valedictorian and getting "so what?" responses, you think I wouldn't even bother. But man still hopes, and I still vainly think I MIGHT get some sort of congratulatory response. But no. Of course not. I think I got something between a "Mmm" and a neutral silence. And maybe a glance at the story and a "I don't get it." Of course, these are the people that told me to go back to school ONE MONTH after I got a job.
What really irritates me is that I have some sort of teenage curfew. They never like me to go out of the house. EVER. My mom tried guilt tripping me by saying (SOB SNIFF) "I never see you! If you're not home tonight, I won't see you for several DAYS! We never see each other!"
'Course then the night is followed by her spending hours on the computer, reading figure skating message boards, while I wander aimlessly around the house. I NEED TO GET OUT.
I'm not angsting. I'm happy with my life. But this post is like my life every day, and it's like a nagging constant irritation that just won't go away.
WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CHEESE WITH THAT WHINE?
Anyway, I'll probably delete this post later or something because it was poorly written, stupidly teenish, and just an overall retarded waste of time. I just had to rant. EXPECT SOMETHING BETTER TOMORROW SUCH AS MORE OH-SO-BRILLIANT FIC!
THREE CHEERS TO MOVING OUT!!! WHERE'S THE DAMNALCOHOL CREAM SODA?
On a completely different mood change (LIKE THOSE MOOD RINGS LOL), we went movie-hopping yesterday to see White Noise (LAME), Flight of the Phoenix (LAME), and Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (KINDA LAME BUT NOT NEARLY AS MUCH). It was tons of fun, despite the rain and the Phantom and Carl's Jr. attempting to stop us.
So my dad threatens all of us by saying if we don't vacuum the room by 7, we will suffer horrible fates. Fine. A few problems there. NONE OF US ARE HOME BY 7!!! I don't get home on Mondays until close to 9. My sister has sports-y stuff. And he knows this. So as soon as we all get home, he has to smugly saunter up and ask us if the room is ready for inspection. I DON'T KNOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK, EINSTEIN???
And why do we have to vacuum the room in the first place, even though it was just vacuumed (BY ME)? BECAUSE GASP!OMG!SHOCK! THE CAT WALKED INTO IT. Our cat is the quintessential neat cat. She cleans herself hourly. She never puts a foot outside. What the hell does it have to do with vacuuming?
Then when I sat down at the computer (WHICH WAS OFF), my mom got hurt and offended because she was going to use it. WELL, WHY DIDN'T SHE JUST SAY SO?!? I'm not an unreasonable person, but I can't be expected to read her friggin' mind all the bloody time. She proceeds to muscle me out of my chair like an unruly union worker leader. Ok, whatever. I'll wait my turn.
I bounce back so OMG PROUD because I am in a magazine! WOW! After two decades of proudly displaying miniscule accomplishments such as, oh, I don't know, getting Valedictorian and getting "so what?" responses, you think I wouldn't even bother. But man still hopes, and I still vainly think I MIGHT get some sort of congratulatory response. But no. Of course not. I think I got something between a "Mmm" and a neutral silence. And maybe a glance at the story and a "I don't get it." Of course, these are the people that told me to go back to school ONE MONTH after I got a job.
What really irritates me is that I have some sort of teenage curfew. They never like me to go out of the house. EVER. My mom tried guilt tripping me by saying (SOB SNIFF) "I never see you! If you're not home tonight, I won't see you for several DAYS! We never see each other!"
'Course then the night is followed by her spending hours on the computer, reading figure skating message boards, while I wander aimlessly around the house. I NEED TO GET OUT.
I'm not angsting. I'm happy with my life. But this post is like my life every day, and it's like a nagging constant irritation that just won't go away.
WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CHEESE WITH THAT WHINE?
Anyway, I'll probably delete this post later or something because it was poorly written, stupidly teenish, and just an overall retarded waste of time. I just had to rant. EXPECT SOMETHING BETTER TOMORROW SUCH AS MORE OH-SO-BRILLIANT FIC!
THREE CHEERS TO MOVING OUT!!! WHERE'S THE DAMN
On a completely different mood change (LIKE THOSE MOOD RINGS LOL), we went movie-hopping yesterday to see White Noise (LAME), Flight of the Phoenix (LAME), and Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (KINDA LAME BUT NOT NEARLY AS MUCH). It was tons of fun, despite the rain and the Phantom and Carl's Jr. attempting to stop us.
