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hopefulnebulaGuess what. I made this LJ ages ago, and this is my first entry. How about that? I'm about as good as updating this as I am at Unified Field. Damn you, Bane, you had to get me to update this. ;)
My mother confiscated my mouse at about noon today and wouldn't give it back until I'd cleaned my room. Then she called me out of my room several times to:
a)watch the Avs get their asses kicked by Calgary *fumes* We really need to trade Worrell and Sauve. Worrell does nothing but fight and Sauve can't catch worth anything. And the trade deadline is Tuesday. Hmmph. Deadwood is more like it.
b)listen to her whine about how she bollocksed up her computer and then ask me to fix it
c)trim the cat's claws (Man, for such a "big strong man," my father has no tolerance whatsoever for pain. Or for anything, really), finish about half of them, then have my sister wrench the cat from my arms "because I was hurting her" (even though I wasn't; she just hates having her claws trimmed). Who does she think she is, PETA?
d)water the neighbors' thirty plants.
e)Eat dinner and get yelled at by everyone in my family at least once. Sister is still angry about PETA incident, and "forgets" to fill my water. Gets in my way, does what Mom asks me to do so I look bad, screams at me for being in the way, the usual. Deal with my father, who is not in the least cognizant of the fact that my grandmother (who was eating at our house) should not be living alone because she has absolutely no short-term memory, and my mother, who expects me to be nice and courteous to my sister all afternoon.
And I have school tomorrow, and the cat's remaining claws are becoming stuck in my chair. And I have cramps something awful.
So yeah, I'm a little pissed off right now.
My mother confiscated my mouse at about noon today and wouldn't give it back until I'd cleaned my room. Then she called me out of my room several times to:
a)watch the Avs get their asses kicked by Calgary *fumes* We really need to trade Worrell and Sauve. Worrell does nothing but fight and Sauve can't catch worth anything. And the trade deadline is Tuesday. Hmmph. Deadwood is more like it.
b)listen to her whine about how she bollocksed up her computer and then ask me to fix it
c)trim the cat's claws (Man, for such a "big strong man," my father has no tolerance whatsoever for pain. Or for anything, really), finish about half of them, then have my sister wrench the cat from my arms "because I was hurting her" (even though I wasn't; she just hates having her claws trimmed). Who does she think she is, PETA?
d)water the neighbors' thirty plants.
e)Eat dinner and get yelled at by everyone in my family at least once. Sister is still angry about PETA incident, and "forgets" to fill my water. Gets in my way, does what Mom asks me to do so I look bad, screams at me for being in the way, the usual. Deal with my father, who is not in the least cognizant of the fact that my grandmother (who was eating at our house) should not be living alone because she has absolutely no short-term memory, and my mother, who expects me to be nice and courteous to my sister all afternoon.
And I have school tomorrow, and the cat's remaining claws are becoming stuck in my chair. And I have cramps something awful.
So yeah, I'm a little pissed off right now.
