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[Dec. 11th, 2004|07:24 am]
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i'm not sure how true to real life this is, but it did make me laugh. a lot:
"A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."
ACT THIS MORNING. i am kinda nervous now. more so than before. |
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[Dec. 11th, 2004|11:17 pm]
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my mom is really angering me tonight.
i was having a totally fine day today. i did well on my ACT and that made me happy. my parents went to st. louis today with my aunt and my uncle and got home sometime around 9 o'clock. apparently, my aunt and my uncle are coming to my band concert tomorrow night. they asked what time it started and i told them that the band play at four o'clock. then my mom shoots back at me by saying "nuh uh, it starts three." "um, no it does not" i say. "i don't know what you're talking about" she says "but i heard you start at three." "no, you are wrong. the band starts at four and the choir starts at like two something. nothing starts at three."
and then she starts...i dunno, trying to act cool or something in front of my relatives, something both my parents do constantly. they start insulting me or making rude remarks about how dumb they think i am when family is around. i don't understand why, but it's something they've done since before i can remember. it's like how all the annoying children and teenagers tease and put down others in order to make themselves look like the better person. seriously, grow the fuck up already.
she starts saying things like "oooh! well someone is cranky. i know for a fact that it starts at three o'clock" "no, i am not 'cranky.' you are just trying to undermind what i say like you always do." then she leans in closer to my aunt and whispers "we'll call you and tell you what time it really is tomorrow after we ask the girl down the street." which just really seriously pissed me off. seriously mom, for fucks sakes. i'm 17 years old and my band teacher has been stressing the times of this concert for the last few days. i know what's going on in my own life far better than you do (not that you've even attempted to learn anything about myself in the past few years, btw). hell, check the fuggin' newspaper. it says for a fact that the band goes on at four.
so for the rest of the time my relatives are over, i just kind of bottled up my dislike for my mother's attitude and acted like the angsty teenager everyone in my family imagines me being while my mom made distasteful jokes about how angry i am towards her. they finally left and my mom comes up to me and says "are you tired or something? you're in an awfully pissy mood tonight." to which i just blew up and said "no, i'm not tired! i'm just sick of all this bullshit you throw around when company is over! you do this all the time! it's like you pick on me in order to show off in front of people. i don't understand it but it REALLY pisses me off." and then i went downstairs in a fit of rage and cried my little emo heart out.
about 30 seconds later or so, my mom comes downstairs to talk to me. i expected her to apologize, but NO. that would be "admitting defeat" or something in her mind. instead she just comes downstairs and asks me if i was having a bad day today and was angry because of it.
no, certainly not. my day was beautiful, thank you very much. i did incredibly well on my ACT, i got to eat lunch with one of my best friends, i almost finished reading the da vinci code, then i spent the rest of the evening watching the two towers. that's a better day than most in my book (though most likely boring and uneventful in the opinion of everyone else).
please don't go throwing the accusation around that i had a bad day today just because you don't want to admit that you're the reason i'm laying face down in my bed. it makes you look like a total prick and is incredibly un-parental like. if anything, you're the only reason i'm having a bad day.
ugh, i dunno. i guess it seems like a total juvenile thing to get upset about. but both my parents have been doing this to me my entire life and i guess i'm just now officially sick of it. |
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