Dec. 7th, 2001

Just found this forwarded to me...

> As you know the scholars who had received the laptop
in the Fall of 1999
> were to purchase or return their laptops at the
beginning of this semester
> in exchange for new ones. The scholars listed above
have yet to pick up
> their new notebook. [Editor's note: I TRIED. They DIDN'T LET ME. Claimed they'd get back in touch with me when they were ready for it. Liars.] For the scholars who choose not
to pick up their new
> laptop, they could purchase the laptop for $500 [!!!!!] plus
tax or return the
> laptop to my attention.

Laptop... my very own laptop... for five hundred and forty bucks.

The ability to run Sims. The ability to watch TV while being online. If we can ever get the battery fixed (or maybe it's a broken power adapter, I don't know), the ability to do computerstuffs when the power's out. For five hundred and tax. Even MOM agrees that's a sweet deal. And thus I have the go-ahead to see about securing it.

SCORE!
napoleonherself: (boing!)
"Could this be the best day of my life?"
"Coming up next: an hour-long episode of 'Mama's Family'!"
"Yes!"

If I walk with my current grade in chem -- just skip the final and stick with what I have -- I get an A. When I was expecting a B. To borrow a p3ngwyn-ism, w00+!

I also got As on all the essays I turned into another class, which means I have an A there, and I so totally own my theater class... and I'm very close to owning polisci too. As far as I can tell, if I manage to make all As and one B (which is looking quite likely), my cumulative GPA will rise from 3.54 to 3.58. That's not much, but every little bit counts!

The only thing that kept me from being too cheerful was when mom pulled into a gas station after picking me up, got nose-to-nose with a massive Winnebago, then got MAD when the guy told her he couldn't back out (well, DUH, they don't exactly leave enough room for massive vehicles to turn around in gas stations, especially not CROWDED gas stations!), and declared him to be stupid. Yes, mother, whenever people don't bend over backwards to accomodate your version of reality, they're stupid. When I protested, she then got mad at me. Fortunately she listened the third time I growled at her to "just drop it"; if she hadn't, I would've gotten out and walked. In the unseasonably hot-and-windy weather. About a mile home. From a place where I wasn't even sure quite HOW to get home. I love my mom, but her bouts of irrationality are getting harder and harder to put up with. Ah well. Ranty ranty rant. A in chem and a cheap laptop! Whee!
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Crap.

Dec. 7th, 2001 03:21 pm
Mom just now launched into another tirade about how someone was "stupid" -- this time, the manager of this faken trailer park thingie place where we live. We got a notice that the weeds on our lot need to be pulled within the next week. Mom agrees; she's been meaning to pull them for a bit. But she still got mad at getting this notice, and out came the insults.

And this time I blew up.

I basically started yelling right back at her -- "Why is it that any time anyone does something YOU don't like, that AUTOMATICALLY makes that person STUPID?!" I'll admit it, that's a sore spot for me. I have been on the receiving end of that particular phenomenon so many times that I have literally lost count. Plus I just don't think it's fair to INSULT someone just because they are ENFORCING THE BLOODY RULES THAT YOU AGREED TO ABIDE BY WHEN YOU SIGNED THE BLOODY CONTRACT TO MOVE IN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. Ugh.

After I was done, she asked, "Would you have done that to your dad?"

Uh, no. Because if he doesn't get total obedience, someone or something gets hurt. I don't even make eye contact wtih him most of the time anymore. Actually speak my mind? That would be suicide.

However, the fact that mom asked this shows that she doesn't think of me as an adult who has opinions either. I'm her daughter and should therefore obediently listen to her tirades and not open my effing mouth. Meanwhile, she can yell and rail and scream at us all she likes on a regular basis.

I believe I shall stop speaking to mom as if she's my friend. Plainly I'm not supposed to be getting that feeling. Ergo the closeish relationship I THOUGHT we had shall now go splat.

Probably I'm not making much sense... it's just very very hurtful to go thinking for years that your mom respects you as an adult with your own mind, only to find out that you're not allowed to speak it. Not even as a rare outburst. Nope. Shut up, sit down, do what I tell you, brat.

At least today started on a high note...
Whee, mother running around screaming at everyone again.

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