Friday, December 1, 2006

Ready to hurt someone...
Anyone need anyone hurt? Joking. But I really am ready to beat someone to a bloody pulp. See, I have tracfone (world's suckiest cell phone service, I swear it on my laptop) and I ran out of minutes today trying to call my mom, who didn't have her phone with her. She chews at me for not keeping my phone with me all the time and then goes off without hers, knowing full well I can't drive yet and even if I could I don't know where the hell the car is and can't drive manual transmission anyway. So I walked all over the damned campus (please forgive my language, it's been about fifteen minutes and I'm still pissed)and lo and behold she's in the library, where I didn't expect to find her. I worried and walked all over the place and she was in the first building I looked in! And then, when I get in there, she thought I was about to cry and tried to hug me. I wasn't about to cry, I was ready to bite her! (no, not hit or kick, I bite harder than I hit and I hurt my foot the other day so I can't kick her without hurting myself) And of course, she says "I can sense that you're upset"...
UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR AWARD GOES TO MY MOTHER! This was one of those 'no shit sherlock' moments that seem to happen to me on an almost daily basis. As if I haven't had enough trouble with this college shit... I'm tired, I'm pissed, and I am more than ready to avoid her for the rest of the night. I'm going to see if aniki wants to go to the arcade tonight or hang out or something. That way I can avoid her and vent to someone I know won't lose track of me and scare me into thinking I'm going to have to call my gramma to get me from wherever. Aniki's nice like that. Hm... I could have called aniki... yeah, from now on I'll do that. See if aniki can't drive me home.
So, yes, I am still pissed, and I'm liable to be pissed for the rest of the night. I have that right, thank you very much. After all, it isn't my fault that mom wrecked the other car so I can't practice until we get an automatic transmission car that I can drive so I can test for my license, it isn't my fault I wasted my last minute trying to call her when she doesn't have her phone with her, and it sure as hell isn't my fault that I can't keep track of her. This may seem like I'm blaming someone else for my problems, and later I might agree with anyone who thinks that. But right now, I'm pissed, I am entitled to that feeling, and I really need to vent. So I'm going to leave here before I bother y'all anymore. And yes, I said 'y'all', I am southern. Ja. Solaris out.
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