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You're all I waited for and I could not ask for more.
07.17.2004 | 12:02 am My mom's a bitch. My dad's a pussy. Why? Because my dad told me not two days ago that smoking was my decision. He didn't like me doing it, but I was old enough to make my own decisions about my life. Okay, well, my mother searches my room while I'm asleep for about 15 minutes and finds my cigarettes. When I wake up, she yells at me and grounds me for 2 weeks, while I just sit there and say "Okay." She in turn yells at me for having no opinion and I told her that grounding me or yelling at me wasn't going to make me stop smoking and that she was stupid and going about it in the wrong manner. This pissed her off and she kept reimbursing me with the question "Do you understand that?" I told her I understood everything she said, but had many an argument about it considering that my dad told me that it was my decision and I wouldn't be punished for it. I haven't talked to my dad yet, but hell will be paid. I got into another argument with my parents Sunday night. A lot worse than the one with my mom about cigarettes. I invited Amanda to go with me to stay at the hospital, but after I told her to get ready and meet me at Taco Bell, my dad spazzed out and said she couldn't come. I tried calling her, but no one answered. This pissed me off, of course. I asked why she couldn't come and he told me, and I quote, that "While you were with her at some guy's house bad things happened." This made me a hell of a lot more pissed off than I was. a.) Because I told my mom the story with strict rules not to tell my dad, for my dad would probably kill the fucker. b.) Because he was judging my friend on a mistake I made. So, story goes, I yelled at him and called him bad names and then yelled at my mom and threw some vent thing at her or something. I don't know exactly what it was. Then barged out of the house swearing to the sky crying. Shaunna was there this night and gave me big hugs and told me to calm down. I hate crying in front of people and worse, talking about what I'm crying about, so I changed the subject to - something else. Man, I think I'm going back through that rebellious, "I hate my parents," teenage phase. I'm good at that phase though. Welcome back, Miranda! Everyone told me I needed to lighten up and be my old self again, so I can finally do that now. Bring on the fighting, drugs, and 18 hours of sleep. Why the hell does everyone want to come live with me?!? Shaunna, Heather, Brittany - my house isn't the shiznit. My parents are definitely not the shiznit. And I am not compromising my life, my room, my computer, or my remote control, just so we can be a happy family. Okay?! I hope Birmingham sucks, bitches! Justin has a week to redeem himself and as of right now I'm not in the greatest of moods about him. I love him, but he's been an ass to me, since oh, about 4 months ago. So, he has a lot of rebuilding in store for the next week. And yes, it is next week, regardless of all that "recording" bullshit that took place the past week. I saw him once, Tuesday, for about 2 hours. And I have no idea when I'll see him again. Damnit, I love you, you fucking idiot!!! I am not myself today. Or any other day. |
