mother is officially INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE.
you'd think that after a week of wonderful relations with my mother, she'd get the hint that it's only this way 'cause she's not her usual psychopathic maniac. wrong. we get back from Milwaukee, and it's almost instantly she reverts back to the possessed-obsessive-compulsive pschyo that she normally is.
I am on the phone with Cat (who, by the way, is such a crazy-cool gal)and it's about, eh, I'll say 10:15 ish. So we're discussing important details for this weekend, trying to keep hush about it since, well, knowing my parents, I probably wouldn't be aloud to do if I told them. (i feel bad about doing that giving that I promised them I wouldn't lie anymore, and seeing that it worked so well last time...not.) 10:30 rolls around and we're still talking. fifteen minutes isn't horrible at all next to the hour and a half phone conversation earlier this night. Mother dearest walks in and tells me it's too late to be on the phone and that I have five more minutes. I (not so) calmly explain to her that there's a delay tomorrow and that I should have every right to stay on the phone for at least twenty minutes more. NO, 5 MINUTES. oooooook then. I'm having way too much fun talking with Cat, because c'mon, let's face it - who wouldn't? five minutes later, my mom walks back into the kitchen and starts putting away the dishes in the dishwasher. She's throwing the glasses in the cabinets, and slamming the pots and pans all around the cupboards. She's doing this all just to make me get off the phone. Can you be more immature? I don't know. Ok ok, i get it, just give me a minute. I'M ABOUT TO HANG UP. GET OFF NOW. uh-huh. I'm standing at the reciever about to hang up, saying that I'll call her back later that night. click. ok deed is done. I'm off the hook...hahaha, nope. OK, YOU JUST LOST YOUR PHONE PRIVLAGES FOR TOMORROW. Ok mom, whatever, I can deal with no phone for one day. I wait an hour for her to finally go to bed and by now it's midnight. I creep downstairs to find THE PHONES HAVE BEEN DISCONNECTED FROM THE RECIEVERS!!!! How insane can this woman be??! and I also saw her on the computer before I came downstairs, so my guess is that she took away my AOL privlages for tomorrow as well. It's madness, I tell you. I'm thinking the day I get a cell phone won't come soon enough, but then I think that having a cell phone is just one more thing that the 'rents can confiscate. What ever happened to the simple act of spanking your misbehaved child? It's quick, somewhat painless, and you can go on with your life immediatly after. Ahh, the good ol' days when that punishment used to be dreaded. How times have changed. Since the phone was off the hook, I spotted the computer on, so I sat down and wrote this. Because it is still in the middle of the night, I only have one more hour to sleep in, contrary to what everyone else is doing. Woot hoot for extra credit, making me come to school at 9 instead. *yawn x 1000* later.
I am on the phone with Cat (who, by the way, is such a crazy-cool gal)and it's about, eh, I'll say 10:15 ish. So we're discussing important details for this weekend, trying to keep hush about it since, well, knowing my parents, I probably wouldn't be aloud to do if I told them. (i feel bad about doing that giving that I promised them I wouldn't lie anymore, and seeing that it worked so well last time...not.) 10:30 rolls around and we're still talking. fifteen minutes isn't horrible at all next to the hour and a half phone conversation earlier this night. Mother dearest walks in and tells me it's too late to be on the phone and that I have five more minutes. I (not so) calmly explain to her that there's a delay tomorrow and that I should have every right to stay on the phone for at least twenty minutes more. NO, 5 MINUTES. oooooook then. I'm having way too much fun talking with Cat, because c'mon, let's face it - who wouldn't? five minutes later, my mom walks back into the kitchen and starts putting away the dishes in the dishwasher. She's throwing the glasses in the cabinets, and slamming the pots and pans all around the cupboards. She's doing this all just to make me get off the phone. Can you be more immature? I don't know. Ok ok, i get it, just give me a minute. I'M ABOUT TO HANG UP. GET OFF NOW. uh-huh. I'm standing at the reciever about to hang up, saying that I'll call her back later that night. click. ok deed is done. I'm off the hook...hahaha, nope. OK, YOU JUST LOST YOUR PHONE PRIVLAGES FOR TOMORROW. Ok mom, whatever, I can deal with no phone for one day. I wait an hour for her to finally go to bed and by now it's midnight. I creep downstairs to find THE PHONES HAVE BEEN DISCONNECTED FROM THE RECIEVERS!!!! How insane can this woman be??! and I also saw her on the computer before I came downstairs, so my guess is that she took away my AOL privlages for tomorrow as well. It's madness, I tell you. I'm thinking the day I get a cell phone won't come soon enough, but then I think that having a cell phone is just one more thing that the 'rents can confiscate. What ever happened to the simple act of spanking your misbehaved child? It's quick, somewhat painless, and you can go on with your life immediatly after. Ahh, the good ol' days when that punishment used to be dreaded. How times have changed. Since the phone was off the hook, I spotted the computer on, so I sat down and wrote this. Because it is still in the middle of the night, I only have one more hour to sleep in, contrary to what everyone else is doing. Woot hoot for extra credit, making me come to school at 9 instead. *yawn x 1000* later.