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Ok, I'm pissed right now. Not only has Gaia "eaten" two drafts of this journal already, but the more I think about what I am trying to write, the more pissed off I get. So, I'll get straight to the point and let it all out.

I. Hate. My. Mother. ********. With. My. Life.

Now, if you read very carefully, you'll see that I said that I hate the way my mother runs my life - not that I hate my mother. And that's a huge improvement from the emotions I had about her for a while, but it's still pretty close to the feelings I had about her ******** with my life.

Here's the deal. For a few months Michelle and her mother were talking about inviting me and Amanda for a San Diego trip over the summer. I didn't ask to go mind you, they invited. And of course, I wanted to go. So, a few months ahead of time I told my parents the plan and if they were willing to let me go. They said it was ok with them and for me to just tell them the price of the trip A.S.A.P. And that's what I did. As soon as Michelle's mother figured out the prices for everything and she told me, I went straight to my parents and told them.

Then, Hell came to visit me again. stare (*joy*)

-Both-of my parents blew up at me. (Which is a suprise since my father at least never gets mad at me.) But in either case they seemed to have mutually decided to not give a damn about their promise to me earlier and tell me flat out that I couldn't go on the trip anymore. When I asked for a logical reason, they didn't have any. My mother's only response was: "I don't like Michelle."

Confused yet? I am. And pissed off as hell to boot.

But in either case I reasoned with my turbulent emotions and called up Amanda and Michelle to expalin my predicament. They were very understanding - even up to the point of burning my parents at the stake, but we don't want to be charged with murder, so we tossed that idea. In either case, my patience with -everything- got the better of me and I decided to forget the matter and just do as my parents said. Such a good daughter, no? stare

Well, that was all fine and dandy, but the second phase of the problem arose when Michelle came to tell me that since the San Diego Zoo ticket was non-refundable, that my parents would have to pay her mother back for the expense. That's a $100. But both Michelle and her mother told me that if my parents would allow it, I could pay the $100 for the ticket and just go with them (forgetting about the original $330 fee) or just pay the money for the ticket and not go at all. Sounds reasonable, right?

Well, we can always count on my mother to be unreasonable.

When I -finally- got the guts to talk to her about this little issue today, she... Let's take a wild guess at what she did. Uh-huh. Yeah. She called Hell back again. It just knocked on the door of my Patience this time around, but it visited nonetheless. Nice way to reason with the issue, huh? Well, the bottom line it seems is that she doesn't want to refund Michelle's mom's money, or let me go, or let me do anything for the rest of my life. I think she plans to lock me in my room and deprive me of humaniod contact until I'm 95 years old.

I don't care for it.

So yes, for now it's just one major problem that I have with my mother (and kinda my father). There are other little hell-devils running around, but that's too much to write up on. The point is, I'm tired of my mother ruling my life like she's the Queen Bee of the Hive and I'm one of her little minions who have nothing better to do but listen to her orders and get stung to high hell for bringing home the wrong pollen from the wrong flower.

I mean, what's so wrong with wanting to spend time with friends over the summer? It's not like if I don't go with them she'll spend time with me. All she wants is for me to stay home and do nothing. And even if she did have a reasonable excuse like: "Oh, I wanted us to have a family trip together." It's not like she's going to be nice. She'll b***h about everything. I know. She does it all the time. This one time, we were in a motel and she chewed the mangager out for not having the right number of clothes hangers in the closet. How retared is that? confused

*Sigh* But in any case, I've exhausted myself doing all this so I'm going to go. If you didn't understand any of my rantings, then count that as a blessing. I don't wanna get sued for making people worry about my problems. That's it, and I hope you all have a better day that me.

-Ending-

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P.S. --> Don't belive anything the bouncing hearts tell you. stare

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