Dear mother in lord, I haven't posted on here in DAYS... well more then days, but hopefully you have already deciphered the true meaning of "in DAYS". If for some reason you didn't, and my expiation was necessary. get off my page. Now.
So, my mother is irrational as shit. Someone in the universe has deiced to piss her off, (whoever you are, you should know you are an asshole. Fuck your shit.) so unlike a coherent, or even sane person, she not only refuses to admit she is livid, but she makes everyone in the house highly uncomfortable since we all have a slight fear of her for one reason or another. Everyone is in fear of not being cheerful towards her (or too cheerful), or looking at her since it is likely she will interpreted it as a defiance (or not making enough eye contact), or even breathing the wrong air. As you can tell, you will not win. Someone will have her rage turned on them. Its just a waiting game now. Since I prefer not to be grounded for no apparent reason, I have hidden myself upstairs all day. Now I am free to use the computer, which is sadly located downstairs.
Would you like to know what I woke up to? My dad lecturing me, since he had to sit there and listen to my mom complain about the "attitude" I've had for the last two days. Before last night, when I got home (she was already asleep) and today, I hadn't been home since 7:30 am Friday. Does anyone see something wrong with this picture?
In other news.... On sunday (afternoon) me, and my best friend went to our friends house and spent the night. Here is the summary of it, in order: bumming around her house, me feeling awkward and out of the bubble, eating pizza, straightening my hair, panty shopping at 10 pm (or in Europe time 22 ... ish... i think?), looked at Christmas-lights, visited this person I didn't really know, hung out at her house some more, I felt like a cow...and the realized I was no longer afraid of Jenna... that's it.
So, before we went to her house, I had to go to church, because my best friend's mom makes her go, so there aren't many options. Any whos, back to my point. So this guy behind be kept twitching like a mofo, with his feet on the back of my chair, which you could clearly see was not a pleasant position for him to sit, since his mother was behind me, and he was on the left of her. And he had short legs. Just to further annoy me he kept snapping his gum like he though he was a Vally Girl. Someone needs to tell him that it is FAR beyond rude to SNAP gum in god's house, god damn it! While this kid, who looked to be less than a year younger then me, was having me seriously contemplating braking the whole "thou shall not kill" thing, in a highly creative manner, his mother was glaring at me, like she knew what I was thinking. She obviously didn't understand though, because if she did understand, she would have slap the annoying out of her offspring. So, if my life wasn't sucking enough at this point, the preacher (or is it pastor?) was telling this lame story about loss and how to deal with it, and in it this kid's grandpa died. Just the way he was talking made me miss my grandpa, who is dead. Like REALLY REALLY miss him. The part I think was funny was I had this hella big urge to email him, and tell him how BAD this story was that the preacher man was telling. But I couldn't. So I start to tear up, and this old lady sitting next to me apparently thinks I just found jesus, which was awkward as shit. All the while I think my best friend was sleeping next to me. Oh god.... I am so going to hell....
Anyways, I am done talking about my "weekend".
Vanity is supposedly a sin....right? If so, can someone explain why there is an entire WALL mirror in the Ladies' bathroom? Shouldn't that be a no-no?
Fun fact: Your heart is the only part of your body that doesn't need the brain. That's how someone can be brain dead, but still, in the physical sense, still be alive.
Also, I'm thinking of getting a live journal. I'm not sure though. What do you think?
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