~Nox_Cheetah

Okay, so there's very few things that can make me angry. ignorance is one, racism/sexism/ect. in any form is another, and changing my plans for no given reason other then 'i said so' seems to be the most irritating thing ever. it's right up there with someone judging you poorly based solely on your worst grade. now normally i let it slid, bit my tongue and do something else, but this time it really bugs me.

so i've finally been able to go to my ceramics class for about 3 weeks now. i love going there and it really helps me to relax and just have some fun. granted, yes, we (me and li-rei) don't really do anything there. the stuff she's ordered hasn't come in yet, so i'm waiting for her to get her stuff in so we can work on things together. but it's still fun, we talk to the rest of the people there. they don't care we're 30 years younger then them, nether do we. we learn all sorts of stuff from them, mostly cooking and crafts and 'tricks of the trade'. we love going.

well today my mom calls me while we're at the store about a half hour before we're gon'a leave and starts yelling at me and demanding i go home so i can pick up groceries with my sister. apparently she was mad that i left the house so early, which is something that i do. i much rather sit in my car for 15 minutes rather then be 15 minutes late. my sense of time is way off, and i'm very prone on being late, so i leave way earlier then i need to. i've always done this, she knows that. then her next argument was that i had nothing to do there other then talk. yeah, i know this, i don't care if i have nothing to do. i have nothing to do at home ether. if i'm going to be bored out of my skull i'd rather have company. then it was about the gas. it takes maybe one to two tanks of gas to get there. thats maybe 4 bucks. fine, if that will get me out of the house and far away from her, then i'm very willing to pay that. but by that point she wouldn't talk to me anymore and just told me she was busy and that i couldn't go because she said i couldn't.

the hell? i'm fucking 18. i'm going to be 19 in 3 months. why is she still treating me like i'm freaking 10? seriously? i have planned on this for a week and she besides an half an hour before i'm going to tell me i can't go. this is my day to get the hell away from her and not have to worry about her breathing down my neck. now i don't want to sound like a whiny teenager, but she's freaking smothering me, and just can't see it. she doesn't get why i want to move out so bad, why i hate living here. yes i'm fed, yes i have clothes, yes i have my classes paid for and things like that. the trade off here is that i have to deal with the not-so-subtle hints that my step-dad drops that he doesn't like me and thinks i'm a fat, lazy slob. they think my magor is a crack job, that my hobbies are childish and pointless and that my friends are the spawns of satin. i'm really getting tired of it and i can't even express my irritation with out my mom thinking my 'moodiness' is ether from not getting enough vitamins or my ADHD, because obviously a 18 year old should be able to put up with being kicked in the side verbally with out getting pissy with the man who wont even recognize they're suppose to be his daughter. so yeah, if i seem a bit irritated and short tempered lately or for the next week this is why. hopefully by tomarrow i'll be feeling back to normal and will have forgotten the whole thing... -pulls out sketch book and turns up the radio- now its time for 'lets piss off my parents as i calm the fuck down'