::falls over.:: Well... spent five days with my mother telling me how I could be so much better if I gave up all those silly things (Ya know, my major (I should be something more "productive"), my computer ("You should do something more normal"), my boyfriend ("You should expect better of someone. He should pay for things. You want someone who will take care of you, someone you can depend on." Yea, this is from the woman who thinks she knows me just because she birthed me - as if she doesn't know that the one thing I want less than anything else is to be dependant on someone - anyone.), my cloths (This is where the true hypocrite shines I should "Be more fationable," yet, "don't wear tight things. You're too fat" (BTW, I'm 5'4" and 130 - not particuarly overweight)), oh, and then there's my favourite - "You should be more like your sister." What? More conserned with how my hair looks than if I'm getting an A?
So, on top of all this, I get back to school and my computer is broken (I'm in the lab, wich is soon closing).
Sigh... |
