I knew this day would come. I knew it I knew it I knew it. And it's here. I was having such a great day too. Extremely uneventful, yet highly productive. I couldn't fall asleep last night after laying in bed for like 2 hours, probably because I was having an intense text conversation with C so my phone was vibrating my mattress every few minutes. I was having like mad mood swings from it too. First I was just annoyed, then I was pissed off and upset, then I was thinking how I'm blowing this out of proportion and exaggerating my feelings (which is almost always the case). Sometimes I try so hard to just stop saying things because I know I should just end the conversation where it is but I think my pride gets in the way. NO I AM GOING TO BE THE LAST PERSON TO SAY SOMETHING AND I WILL BE RIGHT ABOUT. He'll literally say, "Ok I know, you're right". And I'll still have to be like, "I know you know. I just said it because it's true". Like, wtf am I even saying now? Was that necessary? Is he even taking me seriously on the other end of this text message? The next morning I look back and I wonder what I was even getting angry about in the first place. Note: This is not me agreeing with all the guys who say girls are crazy and are never pleased. This is me saying few boys rarely know how to deal with girls who are crazy and never pleased because of boys. Honestly, boys, I don't know what to tell you. Your safest bet is wait it out and she'll (um, maybe) get over it herself, which is usually what I do. Until I find something else that I don't like (and he probably can't even control) and can get real sassy about. It's a mad cycle.
So by the time the first hour and a half of laying in bed passed I was cursing because I figured if I spent that time working on my paper due Wednesday I'd be at least halfway done already. I think that's what gave me the motivation to sit down at 1pm today and knock it out in 2 hours. Bam. It's a bit shorter than the original guidelines given by the professor but if that ever becomes a real grading issue I explain that the content is far more important than trying to stretch out the information with poor writing technique. That usually gives me my points back. I realize it's kind of sad that I have to sell my work and it can't just speak for itself but that's clearly an issue of work ethic.
Back to "I knew this day would come." MY MOM FOUND MY BLOG AND READ IT. *cringe* She proceeded to text me throughout this process. I thought I convinced her not to read it when she initially told me she found it. I tried telling her this was my personal diary and private to myself and she needs to respect that. She said it's a public blog and she has access. Ali-0 Mom-1 I said I don't read her thoughts about her life in her personal diary that she keeps next to her bed on her shelf. She said yes you do read that. (Ok, yes, I do. WHO IS PERFECT IN THIS WORLD? I used to read her diary a lot. She caught on and started writing in ridiculous abbreviations and complete code). Ali-0 Mom-2
I know she started reading my blog when I got the following text messages within the span of 15 minutes. My mom doesn't usually follow the rule where it's considered impolite to send someone repetitive text messages without getting a response from the person you're sending to, as you can tell from the following.
"Wow I just found it"
"My mom loves that cat more than me"
"Really spermicidal lube u r sooo busted"
"Even ur dad, gyno appt, is nothing sacred"
"U r vulgur, no more swearing or asking if ur ass itches"
"Really? hymen.. that's wrong"
"Ur not a sweet girl"
"I will always love u"
Yikes.
xxxx
A
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