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Entry #5, Tuesday, November 29, 12:19 pm

Well, my mother has done it again. This line of s**t is really starting to get on my nerves. It always happens the same. I want to go somewhere, usually to Drew's house. I get up, get showered and dressed and all that good stuff, and that's when she pulls it. Not the day before, like she should. Not until the last minute does she pull her little stunt. "What stunt?" you ask? Well, I'll tell you. I get ready to walk out the door, and she asks "Where do you think you're going?" So I tell her and brace myself for the predictable response. "Oh no you're not! You've got a yard to clean, a room to pick up, laundry to do, the garage and basement to sort out, ad infinitum." Why she does this on the weekends, I'll never know. She knows I don't have a regular school schedule, and thus, I am home most of the week. I can do it then. But what's her response to that? "But you don't do anything!" Well, mom, that's because you don't bloody ask. And I'm sick of hearing "Well, I shouldn't have to remind you! You're 20 years old! You should remember it by yourself!" In this, she is only partially right. There are some things I really should remember, but what she doesn't realize is that she's turning into my grouchy, senile, and cantankerous grandmother. They both share this one common trait. They don't explain anything to you with enough detail to do anything, and yet they expect you to read their ******** minds. No thanks, ladies and gents. I have enough trouble as is trying to keep them happy with school and jobs and s**t. I'm tired of trying to live up to their expectations of what I should be.

But I have digressed. Resuming where I left off, my mother said I wasn't going anywhere until the chores she'd laid out for me were completed. I had resigned myself to this dull fate when I had an epiphany. I'm 20 years old, godammit! I don't have to take this line of s**t! I am my own legal guardian! So I called Drew, packed up, and headed over. My grandmother assured me that mom was royally pissed. And I believe that was the understatement of the year. Ususally my mother gets all hot and just screams her fool head off. But this is one of those rare occasions where she says nothing. It's the household version of the "Cold War". She sayts nothing to me, unless it is to tell me I have some obligation, or merely to rag on me. Oh, and she does it rather un-subtely... She talks to herself, and she does it loudly so everyone in Beijing can hear her. Oh, and did I mention, if you turn up the TV to drown her out, she just talks even louder? Eh, starting to get off topic again. Anyway, my internet priveliges have been suspended "indefinately". I can only get on when she's not at home, or unconscious and snoring like a chainsaw. And with mom laid off, she's at home. Every. ********. Day. With the holidays rapidly approaching, this lil' authoritarian pissing and moaning bullshit of hers could not have come at a worse time.

Speaking of the holidays, I really should get what gifts I have wrapped and shipped out to my friends. I still have a lil Xmas shopping to do, but it's not that much. At least I have the most expensive items taken care of, though postage is gonna be a real bear on some of them. What can I say? My friends can always say I give some damn cool gifts! 3nodding

Oh, and if anyone actually took the time to read my little rant, Happy Holidays to ya! mrgreen

Tuesday, November 29, 12:40 pm, End of Entry