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1990-07-21
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2005-02-10
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Chels and Lolly call me Megumi, ^o^
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Sailor Moon and DBZ first came out on Cartoon Network...I didn't even know what the hell I was watching, just that I loved it.
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I'm a good writer from what people say, and I'm damn good at stage stuff (including some tech, ^o^).
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Sunday, June 12, 2005
My mother...
I can't believe her at times. I seriously just can't. And at times, I seriously just want to scream at her until my lungs are on fire and I'm blue in the face. Why? Well, here's the most recent example:
We were in my brother's room, commenting on how clean it was (since my mom cleaned it). I looked up on the shelves above his headboard, and notice that one of MY snowglobes is up there. (Background note: I collect snowglobes; my collection is one of the most presious things I own. The snowglobe in question is one that my great-aunt gave my mom, for me, when i was born; my first one. My great-aunt has been dead for almost six years, and I was close to her. So, there was reason for me to freak out.) But anyway, I start asking why MY snowglobe was in HIS room, and my mom claims it's his! I keep pressing that NO, it's my snowglobe. She says she bought him one just like mine (that snowglobe was made in the late 80's/early 90's. I got it in '90. My brother is only 8. Do the math.) She says mine is in my room, with the others. She goes into my room, looks around, and LO AND BEHOLD, the snowglobe she claims is in there, isn't. She continues to look anyway (the thing holds almost a gallon of water; it's not hard to miss), but, of course, doesn't find it. I was right.
But instead of admitting she put MY snowglobe in my brother's room, she just says, "Jeeze, you're getting so worked up over this. At least it's in the house." I'm still angry. "Do you want me to move it in here?" Ahhh, bargaining, eh? Well sorry mom, it's the silent treatment for you, and I don't CARE if you get pissed off this time! "No, it's fine." Snarl, snarl, I'm going to move it anyway, when you're not here! "Ok." She leaves the room.
Not an "I was wrong" or, "It's yours". Not even a "sorry". My precious snowglobe, 15 or more years old, one of my most prised possessions, and she claims it's the "miracle child's". (My brother was born after she was told she couldn't have anymore kids. Now, it doesn't matter what I do, she still treats him like her baby, and it's very obvious, and not just to me, that he's the favorite.) I just can't believe it. I just want to break something, or to cry, or just anything.
Maybe I'm over-reaccting. But I don't give a shit.
So much love I make Cupid cry in shame:
-Sparky~chan
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