Also she sometimes pretends her life is naught but a book that some extremely bored and sad person at a publishing place has to read.
Anyway. Let me tell you about my day! It began horribly. I woke up late, which I knew I was going to do because I went to bed late. Then, my mother informs me that she is angry by saying "why didn't you let me read this?!" as I walked to the bathroom. She was referring to a scholarship application I had sent in the previous night. Sleep-deprived and wise, I did not respond.
I then proceeded to grab a clementine and walk out the door, only to find that my current mode of transportation (I call it Loretta) would not start. Loretta is a bitch sometimes. I had an 8 am exam. So...my mother drove me to class. It was very quiet. But wait! The fun has yet to begin!
On the way home, she continued to just in general yell at me about this scholarship app. And also about how I must not care very much about going to this school, how I was basically destined to fail out of college because I did not believe I would get this scholarship that hundreds of better-qualified students apply for, and how I might as well just go to the community college if that was my attitude, and that might not work out either. Fun. I said very little during this time.
Then I got home, where Loretta was waiting happily for me, having started for my dad. Loretta is a bitch sometimes. They went to work and all was well...briefly. I was still recovering from being yelled at (a lot) by my mother, who is generally not a yell-y person.
But then...
My mom must have told my dad, because he then texted me an ultimatum, basically. It went something like this: "You have two choices, Queens (University of Charlotte, where the app was to) and Community College. We want Comm Coll, so you have to prove yourself about QUC. Blah blah blah more stuff." That is when I actually became angry. I was upset before that, but at that point I just got uber pissed. You do not tell me what to do. Never tell me what to do. I will shut down like Detroit if it hadn't been bailed out. I will not do what you want me to, even if I know that it is what I really should do. And I will also become angry. (and you won't like me when I'm angry...)
I went through several possible responses to this. One was something like "screw you," another said some things that would have had worse repercussions for me than telling my father to screw off would have. Eventually I decided to just tell him (bluntly) that it wasn't his decision. Jury's still out on how he felt about that.
Because...
After school, Loretta and I went to my grandma's house. Loretta started just fine, but her sound system (cassette player bit) does not like my audio-in one bit. So I wrestled with that for a good ten minutes before it finally worked properly and began blowing my mind/eardrums with Avenged Sevenfold. Have I mentioned that Loretta is a bitch sometimes? Cause she is. Anyway...
Then I was at my grandma's house for a good two, three hours helping her out with Christmas decorations and just little chores and whatnot that she needed someone to do. All was well, fine and dandy...
Until...
"Do your parents know you're here? I thought you were coming with your dad." Oh dear. Grandma did not need to know about the debacle unfolding with her son and granddaughter. So I texted my mom, who took my dad there after work to "help." (quotes cause we were already done for the time being.) As soon as he got there, instant awkwardness--thankfully unnoticed by Grandma--ensued. This continued for a good...two hours. Or ten minutes; it's hard to tell. I'm gonna go with two hours though, because an episode and a half of Criminal Minds went by during this time. On an unrelated note, I will marry Reed one day. It will happen. Anyway, after that was all through, we left in Loretta. My dad messed up the delicate balance I had achieved with the sound system, which fueled my fire a bit more. It's gonna be hard to fix cause Loretta is a bitch.
But then...
He tried to pretend it never happened! I was rocking out to a playlist I aptly titled "Excuse the Obscene," and he started talking to me like it was all normal! Facepalm, father, facepalm. You can't just pretend nothing happened. Issuing your eldest child an ultimatum, receiving an angry response, and IGNORING IT is not a good way to solve the problem! This breach of reason and the basic Etiquette of Arguments only made me more angry.
However, I just fumed silently and went along with it. When we got home, neither him or my mom said a word about it to me. Granted, I have been upstairs on the computer reading blogs and Sparklife for the last couple hours. But still. They could have made an effort.
Now...
The cooking part! I looked in the fridge and decided that I wanted something, anything with asiago cheese in it. So I found some cheese tortellini and cooked that. Apparently not for long enough though, because it was a bit chewy. Whatever, it was food. I put some season-the-heck-out-of-whatever-you-want spice on it, a little butter and some milk...and of course my asiago! Despite the chewiness, it tasted pretty good.
Also nobody made any effort to talk to me while I was downstairs playing chef. Oh yeah, and when we got home, I took a Floricet...it was prescribed to me for headaches, and I did have a headache (kind of), but I know what this stuff does and I only use it when I want its effects. It makes me kinda loopy and out of it, and once when I took two instead of one (the bottle said I could!) I lost two hours of my life. I had pneumonia at the time, so that might have played a role as well. Anyway...
Yeah, so then...
I blogged about it. That's what happened next. I will also go to sleep soon, and probably dream weird dreams cause of the floricet (unrelated side note, last night in my dream I met the Rev and Synyster Gates from A7X...'twas glorious) (and that's the most normal dream I remember having, ever) (no floricet for that one, either).
Oh! And a detail I forgot! I had a bag packed and in Loretta. I was gonna stay at my grandma's that night, but then my dad showed up, so there went that plan. I had to hide the bag, as it may have looked a tid bit suspicious...but Loretta had so few hiding places! Probably just cause she's a bitch-ass minivan with the middle seat taken out.
Also! Due to the upsetting nature of all these schmizzmuffins going on today, I've spent the day bouncing back and forth between kicking things and crying my eyes out. Just if you were wondering.
G'night! Hope your day was better than mine!
--Razza Ragazza
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