Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Ah, Tuesday.

Tuesdays are always bad days. I always convince myself to do my homework until after Glee...and New Girl...and Raising Hope...and by then it's hopeless, I'm usually surfing the web and laying around. So, as I am speaking, I still need to read two chapters of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, finish a worksheet on acids, find the standard equation of four problems and read for Western Civ.

Today wasn't a total waste though. I actually went on a walk and ventured through some woods - something I haven't done since summer. Plus we had a decent discussion in English. It's sad though, I now have to schedule time with my friends to be able to hang out. Significant others and such.

One step at a time I suppose.

It is quite windy outside.

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I don't know how to feel about my mother. I know how I feel, what I don't know is if it is normal.

I truly dislike being around her. It's horrible. Maybe I'm just an irritable person- I get irritated by noises (chewing, clicking, tapping, talking while I am trying to concentrate, etc..) drives me insane. She is the noisiest person I know. Always talking, not even to a person, just talking. Tapping, eating, clicking, whistling GAH. It sounds ridiculous and I know it sounds ridiculous. Like, "Why can't you just get over self?" kind of ridiculous. It just drives me insane. Plus I feel like the only time when she actually cares is when I bring up church- even then she gets so emotional about me not wanting to go. Other than church I hardly have a mother. When I'm trying to vent about something she always interjects and starts a fight over it. Or when she is watching TV and she starts talking to me and then tells me to go away when the show is back on. I did that to her once today, not even telling her to go away, and she blew up on me. I mean REALLY? I don't know. I know I am blessed to have a mother and a father still - they aren't dead- but I don't even talk to my dad and when we do there are long bloated pauses and my mom is...this. Plus I won't be able to see dad even on occasion soon, he is moving farther away than he is now

Shoot. I need to do my homework.

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