Thursday, February 3, 2005

   I feel evil...
Oh so evil... *humming momentarily, then snaps out of insanity* Whoops, you weren't supposed to see that! ^^'
I'm actually having a good day, for a change. My cold is gone, I can sing again, I've quit worrying about Xenosaga, and I finished the school site. I'd dance if I could, but I'm not a dancer, I'm wearing heeled combat boots, and I'm in class. Yeah, I'd type this at home tonight but for one thing: My mom.
Last night, we were watching the last of the State of the Union address, and I'm overly democratic. Meaning I was hating every second of it. I'd have rather watched the foreign language thing on PBS, that's how bad it was. Anyhow, my mom is a real pushy grammar person, so when I said something (not telling exactly what I said because someone would try to track me down to kill me) and I said "ain't". Well, she says "Don't say ain't, it isn't proper." and I, being a rebellious brat, proceed to say "ain't" as many times as I can in one breath. For THIS, this minor transgression, she says no internet or computer for me tonight. And that is how I lost the first day. Now for the second:
I was folding the towels out of the dryer, muttering varied curses under my breath (I was really ticked. The brat came up and rang the doorbell just as I was about to pass out. I was tired, I need my sleep!)Well, the brat (AKA my half brother, even if my mom won't admit it. She knows who my dad is, and she knows who his dad is, and we all know they aren't the same guy.)walks past the laundry room, acting tired. The kid wasn't that tired, I know it. Anyhow, he walks past and asks if I'll read some of my fanfics to him, knowing that I'm busy and ticked off. So I tell him no. He starts whining, 'cause Mom, in spoiling the brat, has trained him to get 98% of what he wants when he whines. I've done that before too, but I've quit whining when I don't get what I want unless I'm sick (like the music I finally got. I was sick the night she was supposed to get me to a computer faster than my home computer.)Then I return to muttering various curses under my breath. He's too curious for his own good, and he asked me what I said. He's a real momma's boy, and anytime I badmouth her, it doesn't matter if I'm mad or what, he runs and tells her. I told him I didn't have to tell him bull crap if I didn't want to, and what do you think he did?
Yep, he went and told. I admitted to it, lying is no use and I'd have been banned for longer. It could have been worse, I mean really. But that is how I lost the second day.
I'd say 'fear not', but I highly doubt anyone who reads this is scared. I redeemed myself for at least one day by folding all the towels by myself, and maybe by reading to that detestable little child. So if I play my cards right, maybe tonight I'll be sitting in my furcadia dream or chatting with a friend.
Bell's about to ring, Ja Ne!
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