Everyone and everything is annoying the hell out of me today. It's mostly my mom, mumbling art snob teachers, and unfunny people who think they're hilarious.
Some days, I love my mom to death. Other days, i don't want to be within a 25 foot radius of her, or any place where she may be heard and/or seen. The worst part about not driving is that she is always waiting for me, and when i don't get service in my classroom's building, it is the end of the world because she won't know how long she'll be waiting. I'd been out for 5 minutes before i had 3 voice mails and 5 text messages asking where i was. I mean really, it's not like i was out at a party getting wasted off my ass and waiting for her to come pick me up because i couldn't afford a cab. I was in school all morning! I can't control the fact that you showed up ten minutes early. I've been waiting a long time for her to calm the fuck down and stop treating me like i'm 11, the least she could do was wait five minutes.
I get in the car and she asks me to babysit tomorrow morning, but i also have to babysit for her at 3 tomorrow afternoon. Fine, alright I'll do it. We are driving back and she asks me to wait in the car with my brother so she can run into Ross to get an outfit for an interview tomorrow. Fine, alright I'll wait. Finally we get home and she asks me if i have any sweatpants to wear around the house instead of pajama pants. What the hell is the difference? No, I don't and i will not. Then she asks to borrow my favorite softest black scarf that i brought back with me from the house in New Mexico last year. So i look for it and hand it to her, but caution that she might want to wash it first because i wore it in Oregon and got it dirty but haven't cleaned it yet. She then has the nerve to make a face and ask what the stain/clump is. I'm sorry i didn't have it royally prepared and washed for you, i was busy doing you other favors.
All of the above stated events make me want to tear my hair out and throw it in her face then ask her if she needs any more favors and if she'd like me to change into an outfit for sitting around on my ass. Meanwhile, i will drown my face in a cup of tea (good thing i have archive footage of this action, i do it quite often. i can't wait to get up new pictures again.)
It was so different when i was little, she was my best friend. I don't know if it's her or me that has changed, maybe its us both. We've both grown up. She was always there to brush my hair in the mornings, and now I've cut it short i don't need to brush it anymore. I think it's symbolic.
"You said you hate my suffering.
And you understood,
And you’d take care of me,
You'd always be there,
Well where are you now?"- Haligh, Haligh, a Lie, Haligh
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