So I forgot to write about this last night because I was too self involved to remember. 
So I drove Katie's mom to work yesterday... Actually, I don't think I mentioned that I do that sometimes. I also sleep at her house a lot. Gets me away from my mom and my sister. (There's more than one reason I want to go off to college. 
) Plus she's kind of lonely since Kate left. So I'm an asshole for leaving my mom for her. Yeah, I was going to make excuses, but no, I know I'm an asshole for it. Okay, 
one excuse, my mom's a psycho ignoramus. Her mom isn't much better. Her mom... well, you can see that, no matter how much either of them argue, she is in fact her mother's daughter. Except for Katie's preference for the materialistic over the thought that counts, no, that her mom doesn't have, or at least not so bad. All the other faults, though, they have in common.
So, anyway, I drove her to work yesterday, which meant I had a pretty, new SUV rather than the red bomber (Michael's cute little nickname for my crap car, a 1990 Geo Prism.) However, it meant I also had to pick her up from work. I hate that part because the time varies, so I'm pretty much just on call, waiting for her to phone me so I can pick her up. So yesterday I went and got her and, since it was raining, she was driving someone to the parking lot their car was in. The woman seemed nice enough, if a little nebby. Then, the conversation led to Katie... or as they call her "Snotty Katie," or even... "Snott-ay Kat-ay." Apparently they bash her all the time, from the way they were going on. They talked like it was the most normal thing, like she deserved it. Now, I know Marie, Katie's mom, lays it on thick about how she's so innocent and poor her with these damn unappreciative kids. Some of it's true, a lot of it is just for pity.
I was just really offended. I was outraged for her, that they do this behind her back, all the time. They don't give her a chance to defend herself, or yell, which she would be more likely to do. Also, I felt a pang of guilt, because I thought some of it was true, and because I wasn't going to defend her. Her mom scares me, I'd never confront her. Not scare like I think she'd beat me, but I just... I don't know, I want her to like me and I don't want to change her opinion of me and, most of all, she reminds me of Katie, so of course I'm not going to argue with a middle aged, menopausal Katie. Pchht. I'm not that dumb.
So, anyway, I thought it would be nice to write about so I could get it out and so everyone would know Katie's not a complete asshole.
So I drove Katie's mom to work yesterday... Actually, I don't think I mentioned that I do that sometimes. I also sleep at her house a lot. Gets me away from my mom and my sister. (There's more than one reason I want to go off to college. ) Plus she's kind of lonely since Kate left. So I'm an asshole for leaving my mom for her. Yeah, I was going to make excuses, but no, I know I'm an asshole for it. Okay, one excuse, my mom's a psycho ignoramus. Her mom isn't much better. Her mom... well, you can see that, no matter how much either of them argue, she is in fact her mother's daughter. Except for Katie's preference for the materialistic over the thought that counts, no, that her mom doesn't have, or at least not so bad. All the other faults, though, they have in common.
So, anyway, I drove her to work yesterday, which meant I had a pretty, new SUV rather than the red bomber (Michael's cute little nickname for my crap car, a 1990 Geo Prism.) However, it meant I also had to pick her up from work. I hate that part because the time varies, so I'm pretty much just on call, waiting for her to phone me so I can pick her up. So yesterday I went and got her and, since it was raining, she was driving someone to the parking lot their car was in. The woman seemed nice enough, if a little nebby. Then, the conversation led to Katie... or as they call her "Snotty Katie," or even... "Snott-ay Kat-ay." Apparently they bash her all the time, from the way they were going on. They talked like it was the most normal thing, like she deserved it. Now, I know Marie, Katie's mom, lays it on thick about how she's so innocent and poor her with these damn unappreciative kids. Some of it's true, a lot of it is just for pity.
I was just really offended. I was outraged for her, that they do this behind her back, all the time. They don't give her a chance to defend herself, or yell, which she would be more likely to do. Also, I felt a pang of guilt, because I thought some of it was true, and because I wasn't going to defend her. Her mom scares me, I'd never confront her. Not scare like I think she'd beat me, but I just... I don't know, I want her to like me and I don't want to change her opinion of me and, most of all, she reminds me of Katie, so of course I'm not going to argue with a middle aged, menopausal Katie. Pchht. I'm not that dumb.
So, anyway, I thought it would be nice to write about so I could get it out and so everyone would know Katie's not a complete asshole.
If you get your GED and take the SAT's before January, can you enroll in classes for the Spring term? If so, and if you're applying for financial aid, you might want to see about starting the application process now.
About your friend's mom- If she wants to say bad things about her daughter, just ignore it. You can't change the way a middle-aged person thinks. It's not worth getting outraged over.
Such a big deal is made about how the children of the last generation or so have been either too lazy or too whiny or obsessed with sex and money or just flat-out evil... To anyone who makes this criticism, I say, look at our parents, then tell us how I we were supposed to turn out any different? June fucking Cleaver turned her back on the 80's, 90's, and now the 00's (is "00" right?). LOL.
You asked me in a previous, previous journal response why I considered being obsessed with naked women a vice... I've been thinking about that one, and I've decided that answering the question would give away more about myself than I feel like giving away on this website.
White Noise does look scary as hell. I used to enjoy learning about "paranormal activity", or whatever you want to call it. I'd never heard of electronic voice phenomena before this, though. Lately, things having to do with the paranormal or the occult have become kind of preposterous (more so than normal
I like you new member-name. Would you pronounce that "Ay-dyah", or "Ah-dah" (hope the way I wrote those out phonetically made sense).
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And it's kind of hard, because I have to hear both of them complain about each other and I can see some of each of their points, but of course I can't say much because they'll repeat it. Then I get in a world of trouble. Stuck back at my mom's house full time or friendless. Tough decision, so I just try to keep my mouth shut, although sometimes it's hard.
White noise is more than scary as hell, it's scarring! I couldn't blow dry my hair alone this morning after I saw it. Guess I should explain that... I have this crazy fear that while the blow dryer is running someone is going to sneak up on me and kill me and I won't hear them coming.
I agree with you on all of that.
Thanks, it's pronounced like it looks, closer to the latter. It's jewish for "beautiful addiction." It's part of my alter-ego, Gwendolyn Adah, or (Gwen) Adah, for short.