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[chu_totoro]

...I am unbelievably pissed off at my mom right now.

Hello, it's Adela's textbook! Gee, it's on the ground, she must not be using it despite the fact that it's IN HER ROOM and Adela habitually works on the floor which I KNOW because I've yelled at her for it! After all, the fact that she works on the floor annoys me, so I'm going to pretend that it doesn't happen and she's not using this textbook since she's not here, which she admittedly, wow, WOULDN'T BE, because it's BREAK right now right after finals and NO ONE HAS HOMEWORK AFTER FINALS. Gee, well, since she's not using it, I think I'll HIDE it and see how long it takes Adela to start looking for it, or asking me if I've seen it! Then I'll know when she actually does her work! I don't think she works hard enough! Ignoring the fact that when Adela NEEDS to do her homework, she spends lots of time looking for it by herself first BEFORE she asks me if she asks me at all, and 1) gets into a really bad mood, and 2) moves on WITHOUT DOING THE FREAKING HOMEWORK because she has NO TEXTBOOK, and assuming she does contact me to look for it, gee, what if I DON'T PICK UP THE PHONE. No way, I always pick up the phone! All the time! I mean, every time someone calls me and my cellphone happens not to be MALFUNCTIONING or OFF or OUT OF REACH, I pick it up! No WAY she'll miss me. No way this will waste ANY of her time searching for a book that's not THERE because it's freaking HIDDEN and getting really pissed off and bitchy as she continuously turns her room over for it, of course it won't take any time at all, because I'm never busy and always at the right place at the right time for her to ask me where anything is! And of course by the time she gets to me and finds her freaking textbooks, she won't be too pissed off to even FEEL like doing any of her work anymore, because my daughter is a robot with no emotions WHATSOEVER! What a brilliant plan. I'm so smart, now I can find out when my daughter actually does her work.

THAT IS THE MOST RETARDED THING I'VE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE. And when I try to repress my anger and talk to her rationally, she gives roundabout rationalizations, then finally abandons everything and goes, "Well, you know I hate it when you work on the floor, so this is your punishment!"

BITCH.

edit: oh, and quoth dad, a couple days back?

"We're not your enemies. We try to help you."

Correction: I don't think you mean to be, ever, don't get me wrong. But that doesn't mean you aren't, sometimes. [edit: I think this part's true enough]

I mean, what the hell, I was feeling pretty good and planning to organize my poetry binder and do some multi and maybe brush up my room a little bit, then go practice cello and piano and go to bed, all in good time, and then there's THIS, and now I'm seething with so much indignation all I can do is sit here and choke in it (not to mention I've lost well over an hour what with the seeking and the calling and the ranting), and vent my frustration by destroying my room (I know, I'm just as much of a retard as my mom; we share the same genes), but, seriously. Did she really think this would motivate me to clean my room more? I mean, honestly. This makes me miserable and sullen and spiteful and immature, and that's not going to make me or her any happier.

edit2: mmm forget it.

piano is good for the soul. ;p