GAH! (long, long rant follows)

I swear, sometimes my mom can be absolutely IMPOSSIBLE!

Okay, so I was pretty hungry after school, 'cause I overslept this morning and didn't get a chance to eat a proper breakfast. And I'd been seeing a few of those KFC commercials for the Big Bang sammich, so I figured I'd ask mom to get me one of those.

So we pull up in the drive-thru. "Original Recipie or Tender Roast?", she asks me. "Uhh... tender, I guess," I reply.

We get up to the 'order here' box. "Tender Roast sandwich," she declares, and as an afterthought, adds "Big Bang bacon melt." I blink at her, wondering why she's suddenly decided to order two sandwiches.

"So... you want a Tender Roast sandwich?" the guy on the other side of the talking box asks. And she has no idea what he just said.

"He asked if you want a Tender Roast sandwich," I tell her. She immediately replies "Yes." And I blink and wonder what happened to the order I was trying to make.

After she drives right past the pick-up window, drives back, and pays for the order, I note that she got the wrong thing, but it's okay, it's still a chicken sammich, I'll eat it anyway.

And she goes ballistic and starts yelling that she might as well just give up and move back to West Virginia because she keeps screwing up here!

"It's okay." "No it's not!" "No, really, it's still a chicken sammich, it's just a different one!" "Well, it wouldn't BE the wrong one if I hadn't messed it up!" "What, so you don't want me to eat it now?!" "I should just go back to Buckhannon..."

I was so mad at her that I was halfway inclined to chuck the sandwich, my backpack, and what the heck, myself, all out the car window. But then she would've gotten mad at me for causing her to mess THAT up, too.

Just... just... just... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. IF I SAY IT IS OKAY THEN IT IS OKAY AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO KEEP GOING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!!

There. I feel a bit better now.

Heh heh heh...

'disneyana' is now an official LiveJournal interest; it wasn't when I listed it. Looking at that particular interest page, I see that the only other people there are new LJ people who haven't got any entries yet.

I got there first! HUZZAH! (yes, I'm genuinely happy about this. being a loser is fun!)

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And the same with 'violent movies' and 'keenspace'!

And I almost own 'keenspot'.

But I don't almost own Keenspot. Nope.

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"Funny thing about the military... you take the best and brightest, you turn 'em into soldiers... and then you get 'em killed."

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You know what's one of the things I hate most about Hollywood?

No matter how hackneyed, extraneous, and outright retarded the romance subplots are, I still have to resort to blatant MiSTing half the time just to keep from falling for them hook, line, and sinker.

You know why?

Because when Jenny was a little girl, she was taught that Prince Charming or Prince Eric or whoever the relevant male might be was the ultimate pinnacle of happiness, so shut up and try to look pretty and just pray the fairytale happens to you next, thankyouverymuch.

And damn if that isn't a hard shadow to get out from under.