step in line or release the glitch
Private.
I'm so glad that Mother's Day is over. It's bad enough that I barely see the woman, but it's always so much worse when all she can do is ask Dylan about Miley this, Miley that, Miley forever because she is just so cute and when is Mom going to meet her? All she could do was ask Dylan about his art because she's an artist, too, and that somehow validates her not being in our lives enough (her own doing). Ask Dylan about his car because it's harder to drive standard and her oldest son is growing up. It felt like, at times, I was barely there.
Except of course when she looked at me over dinner and asked, so when are you getting a girlfriend?
And people ask why I don't like talking to her. Why I much prefer my dad and stepmom. It's not my fault that I'm not the (blatant, obvious) favorite. But then again, I could be seeing this all wrong. Then again, she just could have more to relate to Dyl with. Then again, I don't know.
Sometimes, I want to tell her everything. Like, would she understand? Yeah, that girlfriend thing. Might not probably never going to happen. In fact, I am dating someone. You might remember him from Phil Of The Future... Actually, mom, you've met him once years and years ago. You said he was cute. I have good taste.
Never going to happen. I've just started being okay with telling people like Brenda (who is a saint and never said a word against it) and Jemma (who figured it out without me wanting to...but still..) Maybe I'll tell Maya. I feel bad about not telling Maya. But I don't know. I'm just beginning to feel okay about everything. I don't want to risk too much yet.
But Mom? Different story. She'd kill me. She'd take away all my rights for jeopardizing my career, or whatever she wants to blame it on.
I don't like her. I feel better knowing that I don't have to live with her. I feel terrible for saying it. But it's not like anyone can read this. Fuckin fuck shit damn. I like Raviv I like Raviv I love Raviv I like Raviv the end
//Private
Raindrop!
I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY NIGHT ELF. I feel so accomplished about it and no one cares so please do that thing where you pretend you're interested for my sake. I'll cook you dinner.
Last night I maxed out my armor and got new enchantments for all of my gear. We've been working for like a week on raids, me hoping this one helmet would drop if we ran MC enough and finally it did and I have all the pieces. My night elf looks so sick.
Here is my official opinion on prom: Ehhh.
Two more weeks until I don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn to get to classes on time. Thank God for summer vacation. I'll still have to work, but man, when school is not involved it is just that much better.
Today is Debby's birthday, she is finally turning sixteen. Everyone say happy birthday, if you haven't already. I mean it. Or don't, whatever's cool.
All of these ideas are half formed. I don't really care enough to complete them. I'm going to go make a cake now.