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You know... I'm beginning to wonder if my mom
might have some sort of spit personality disorder,
or something. =/
She's back to her whole sudden mood changes again.
One minute she's happy, and the next she's just out to get everyone.
It drives me crazy.
Like the other day, a friend of mine that I haven't talked to in forever called.
My mom was all happy to hear how she was doing and such.
Like ten minutes after I got off the phone, I was eating dinner.
I got one of those annoying tickles in my throat from a piece of pepper...
stupid pepper.
But anyway, my mom just randomly said something along the lines of
"you're almost eighteen, you shouldn't have any problem coughing it up".
First of all... that doesn't even make any fricken' sense!
What, does choking have an age limit now?
Are adults expected to save their own asses when something's stuck in their throat?
Uh.. no.
Second of all... I wasn't choking or anything.
A chunk of pepper just irritated my throat. Wow.
So... what. If I was really choking,
would she be all like "Oh you're almost eighteen, you can take care of it".
What the hell? =o
I just don't get her.
And now she's just being bitchy because my dad apparently did something.
She keeps asking me every couple minutes where my dad is.
Like I follow him everywhere he goes... geez, I don't know!
And then when I tell her I don't know, she gets all pissed and tells me to go find him.
For crying out loud, it's not a big house or anything. She can find him herself.
Seriously, I thought we were over this.
She had a few moments when we first moved out here...
in which she flung a rolling pin at my dad,
and ended up putting a hole in my poor guitar in the process,
which he was holding at the time.
Though, he had that coming. Seriously.
Since before that she had slipped and fallen in the laundry room,
and instead of helping her up, my dad stood there and yelled at her.
I would have thrown something at his head too.
Still... my poor guitar. Why did it have to suffer? D;
But that's another story entirely...
The point is, ever since that last fight she's been fine. No weird mood swings.
That's a first.
It could have a lot to do with my Grandpa.
We just recently found out that he has lung cancer,
and that the doctor said he shouldn't bother trying to do anything about it. =[
But at the same time, I doubt it...
because when we first heard this, neither of my parents seemed to concerned.
They were just kind of like "oh, well that's to be expected..." and s**t.
Whatever. They didn't really care.
Maybe it's starting to sink in now. I don't know.
Just... Grr!
Too much drama and s**t.
 Ophrysia · Fri Mar 09, 2007 @ 02:39am · 2 Comments |
