Thursday. 3.13.08 11:43 pm
My mom FORCED me to walk the dog because she thinks I need the exercise. Dude. Walking is not exercise. It doesn't get my heart pumping. It doesn't even make my calves burn. And she won't let me walk out of the neighborhood I've lived in for fifteen years! I am bored out of my skull. And it's a colossal waste of my time.
So you know what I did? I went for a 15-20 minute walk with the dog, turned off my phone, and came back an hour and a half later.
You probably think that's the dumbest thing ever. And it might be. But it was worth it to know that she went out looking for me and was freaking out.
I should've snuck in when she wasn't looking. But instead I called her like a normal concerned person who came into their house to find everyone missing.
I don't think she thinks before she responds to me. She just says no, like always.
Monday. 3.10.08 10:45 pm
Blah, and blah again!
Saturday. 3.8.08 4:40 pm
I've gotten back into the Super Smash Bros. craze, just in time for the third installment, BRAWL. I've got Melee on the GameCube, which I've moved to an upstairs TV (if I want, I can play them downstairs on the Wii.)
I want someone to play with, but my brother is far too good. Plus, everyone wants to play Call Of Duty 4 on the 360 downstairs. I'm all alone!
I'm going to go on an adding spree with my Sansa. You can't go wrong with Ratatat.
CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK
Man, she really sucks
Tuesday. 3.4.08 10:46 pm
I was in a totally happy, albeit bored, mood. And I wanted to take a picture outside. But I can't plug in the flood lights because Mom thinks that somehow I'll kill myself through electrocution.
It DID rain earlier today, (it's not anymore,) but think about this. The lights are going to be wet. OK. The outlet is dry. Both ends of the extension cord are dry. Doesn't it make sense that I can plug in the wet side first, then plug in the dry side?
Doesn't it make sense that electricity doesn't "short circuit" unless the new circuit is actually SHORTER? It's not going to bypass those nice metal contacts just because the plastic is wet.
I had a whole plan set up to get some pictures (I don't feel like explaining now), and I'd changed out of my normal clothes and everything, and she just says NO. wtf. If I'd said it was for homework, she'd let me climb out on the roof again. But NO, it's something I WANT to do instead of being TOLD to do it, and that's not a good enough reason.
That's why she never sees the product. If the effort isn't appreciated, then what's the point?
This reminds me of the time when I was doing this project at school. I ended up doing most of the work on the power point, and when I was showing it to her, she kept complaining that another boy's name came before mine on the title slide. Right off the bat, "Change the order, blah blah." I said no mostly because there's a difference between passive dislike and actively saying, "Hey, I think you're a jerk." It's called politics. Changing the name isn't a big deal, but we'd set them in alphabetical order to be fair. I'M not going to go behind someone's back. JERK!
I did doing most of it because I HAD FUN doing it, and she just won't take no for an answer. I ended up just shutting off the show, taking my flash drive, and going upstairs before the thing was even near half over. I don't think she would've gotten the point otherwise.
That was only a week ago. Apparently she's already forgotten.
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