Nikole Chan
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As I think of this, I realize how fucking teen-angst it sounds, but I have nothing better to post.
So, let's begin with the morn. I woke at 11:30 and called my love Amanda, and we got plans together to head out to a town about 30 minutes or so from here, to pick up random shit (I live in a rural area, you understand).
Anyway, I put down 5 in gas and headed to her house. She comes out pissy because her mom says she has to be home at 5. It's now 1:30. 30 minutes to Thomson, 2:00, I figure We can stay until about 4, 4:30, then head back. All good so far.
I get back to my house to pick up some more random shit, and my mother starts bitching at me, saying that I have to find the remote for HER fucking DVD player before I can go anywhere, when her fat ass is the one that had it last, has gone on a fucking cleaning frenzy for the past 3 days, and was probably sitting on it at the time. Amanda and I searched for a good 30 minutes for the little grey object of goodness before finally giving up and beginning to head out. My mom shouts to us to pick up detergent and toilet paper, and throws us her debit card. She tells us also that if we want, to get something to eat on her card as well. So off we go.
We were heading there for 2 reasons. First off, I had to get a game that I had wanted for a while (the new star ocean, for those wondering), and get a money order for a data cable that I ordered (which my mother claimed she'd pay for, but never followed through). So we get to the concrete and linoleum monolith that is Wal-Mart to find that they do not have the game. So we go get the money order, toilet paper, and detergent and head out.
We stop to eat at Zaxbys on the way home.
I get home at 4, thinking "Amanda's gotta leave in an hour. Damn" I walk in the door, and my mom asks for a receipt. So I hand her one from Zaxby's, and one from Wal-Mart. It's then that it starts to get interesting.
She immediately starts to yell at me, saying that she had never said we could "waste her money" on food, and that I "never do anything for me [her] or anything around the house."
Uhm... excuse me bitch, but did I not just trek 25 fucking miles to get you fucking toilet paper an detergent on my own fucking gas money? And did I not mow the 2 acre lawn yesterday with that rusted out push piece of shit you deem worth of cutting the fucking grass?
I get tired of her shit, throw her a 20, and head downstairs. I leave 30 minutes later without a word, to take home my love. Her mom leaves at 5:30, and I have to leave directly behind her. She asks her mom to let me stay longer, stating "You let Tory [her cheating lying asshole of an ex] do it!"
Wow. Thanks for making me feel fucking insignificant. Real bang-up job there, Amanda.
I get out of sight, and Amanda calls my cell phone telling me to come back. I've already been caught at her home without her parents knowing I was there, so I refuse. She begins to bitch at me again. I spend 30 minutes on the phone, convincing her to let me get off without her being pissed.
I get home, there's the same awkward silence between my mother and I. Wonderful.
Now I'm talking to Amanda, and she's telling me that Adderall is a bad idea, and that it fucks up so many people, blah blah blah.
I jokingly mentioned it, because we have to read 1984 by wednesday. And she took me seriously. So she starts patronizing.
I start to explain myself, and she signs off. Ain't that a bitch.
So my day fucking blew. I wasted $33 on something my mother said she'd do for me, but inevitably never followed through, as always, and my girlfriend insists on making me think that I'm a fucking 5 year old.
How fucking beautiful.
So, let's begin with the morn. I woke at 11:30 and called my love Amanda, and we got plans together to head out to a town about 30 minutes or so from here, to pick up random shit (I live in a rural area, you understand).
Anyway, I put down 5 in gas and headed to her house. She comes out pissy because her mom says she has to be home at 5. It's now 1:30. 30 minutes to Thomson, 2:00, I figure We can stay until about 4, 4:30, then head back. All good so far.
I get back to my house to pick up some more random shit, and my mother starts bitching at me, saying that I have to find the remote for HER fucking DVD player before I can go anywhere, when her fat ass is the one that had it last, has gone on a fucking cleaning frenzy for the past 3 days, and was probably sitting on it at the time. Amanda and I searched for a good 30 minutes for the little grey object of goodness before finally giving up and beginning to head out. My mom shouts to us to pick up detergent and toilet paper, and throws us her debit card. She tells us also that if we want, to get something to eat on her card as well. So off we go.
We were heading there for 2 reasons. First off, I had to get a game that I had wanted for a while (the new star ocean, for those wondering), and get a money order for a data cable that I ordered (which my mother claimed she'd pay for, but never followed through). So we get to the concrete and linoleum monolith that is Wal-Mart to find that they do not have the game. So we go get the money order, toilet paper, and detergent and head out.
We stop to eat at Zaxbys on the way home.
I get home at 4, thinking "Amanda's gotta leave in an hour. Damn" I walk in the door, and my mom asks for a receipt. So I hand her one from Zaxby's, and one from Wal-Mart. It's then that it starts to get interesting.
She immediately starts to yell at me, saying that she had never said we could "waste her money" on food, and that I "never do anything for me [her] or anything around the house."
Uhm... excuse me bitch, but did I not just trek 25 fucking miles to get you fucking toilet paper an detergent on my own fucking gas money? And did I not mow the 2 acre lawn yesterday with that rusted out push piece of shit you deem worth of cutting the fucking grass?
I get tired of her shit, throw her a 20, and head downstairs. I leave 30 minutes later without a word, to take home my love. Her mom leaves at 5:30, and I have to leave directly behind her. She asks her mom to let me stay longer, stating "You let Tory [her cheating lying asshole of an ex] do it!"
Wow. Thanks for making me feel fucking insignificant. Real bang-up job there, Amanda.
I get out of sight, and Amanda calls my cell phone telling me to come back. I've already been caught at her home without her parents knowing I was there, so I refuse. She begins to bitch at me again. I spend 30 minutes on the phone, convincing her to let me get off without her being pissed.
I get home, there's the same awkward silence between my mother and I. Wonderful.
Now I'm talking to Amanda, and she's telling me that Adderall is a bad idea, and that it fucks up so many people, blah blah blah.
I jokingly mentioned it, because we have to read 1984 by wednesday. And she took me seriously. So she starts patronizing.
I start to explain myself, and she signs off. Ain't that a bitch.
So my day fucking blew. I wasted $33 on something my mother said she'd do for me, but inevitably never followed through, as always, and my girlfriend insists on making me think that I'm a fucking 5 year old.
How fucking beautiful.