Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Fwee! ^_^ Field day tomorrow and five more days of school left of this year!

...then high school. >_>;

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My parents don't understand knee jerk reactions or sarcasm at all.

Example: My mom realized she might've put too much water in the rice, and I chuckled slightly. That probably wasn't the best thing to do, but it's a habit of mine to do that to "harmless" things. Then she blows up at me and rants how I'm disrespectful, how I'm happy that she got the rice done wrong, and how I would laugh at even people who fell down, stoning them as well to rub salt in the wounds.

Okay, I never said I was the nicest person in the world-- I'm really a complete jerk. But she doesn't understand that I have no real feelings for boiling rice and cooking. Okay, maybe the rice will be soggy, but it's not a permanent loss. The comment about stoning is totally untrue: sure, if a person fell on accident and is perfectly okay, I'd probably laugh with them and ask if they're alright, helping them up. My mom's had some major issues in the past years (both times when I haven't been there), and so she hasn't realized that I do care about people's welfare in much more serious conditions.

Then she talked about how I let myself get stupidly influenced by our neighbors and my classmates. Well, hello: I've spent maybe half my life with other kids in a building not-called-home. Ooh, there's slight chance I might pick up an attitude and some back talking there! Sorry, Innocent-Saint-No-Cursing-Please skakujou flew out the window and got hit by a semi.

They both have a real issue about the meanings behind everything you say. They both think whatever comes out of your mouth is what is true in your head. It's really hard to break habits, granted, but after living in the U.S. for over 18 years, you'd think they'd know by now that it's integrated into the culture. Nothing short of a brainwashing or etiquitte school is going to change that for me.

Yeah, I'm rather irritated. My report card is going to be so danged welcoming in the mail-- the first thing sports managers look at in the high school. For sure, my math grade won't be higher than a C. Facing three D's on a few major tests really makes me nauseated (yes, I'm a brainwashed fool obsessively interested in getting the first letter of the English alphabet system) and I'm just stressed.
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