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Damnit. Today has not been good, and neither has this weekend.
To make a long story short, I had a gymnastics meet on Saturday. Me and my mom were leaving, and since I had gone before her I left the doors open for her. Common courtesy, right? So I'm sitting in the car and waiting for her, when I hear her really high-pitched voice shrieking at me to "SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR! THERE'S A FUCKING DRAFT IN HERE!"
Yeah, that's what I get for trying to be nice to people.
The actual meet wasn't bad; I only fell off of beam once, on my back-handspring. My coach spotted me, so I ended up losing 1.0 and got a 7.55 total.
Earlier, my parents had decided (at my birthday dinner, nonetheless) that my brother and I were spoiled (my mom had watched some episode of Oprah about spoiled children), and less than an hour later there was this list of chores to be done by 12:00 PM on Sunday.
- shovel the steps
(You have no idea how bad this was--not unless you've seen my house. I'm a pretty fast worker, and it took me almost half an hour to do half of them. Not to mention my back had been hurting from the meet, and now it's a hell of a lot worse.)
- clean our rooms/bathrooms (not too bad)
- take our sheets off the bed and put new ones one
(My mom had a total hissy fit when I just put the comforter on. I never sleep under it, because I always use blankets, so I figured it wouldn't matter. Right? Wrong! Apparently the sheets "protect the mattress." *snort*)
- vacuum the house
Like, wtf.
Then at dinner, my parents were going on about how fat I'm going to be when I grow up, just because I don't like fruit and my diet isn't perfect like my mom's. And my mom was all like, "How much do you weigh now?" in that annoying, "I know how much you weigh and I weigh less than you!" (Five whole pounds less, Mom, and even though you're an inch shorter than me I have more muscle than you ever will, so why don't you shut the fuck up?!)
ARGH.
So as part of my attitude adjustment, my dad decided that he wasn't going to drive me to school for a week. So today, I'm out of the house before 6:50 (the bus comes at 6:52), and twenty minutes later it becomes apparent that I have missed the bus. My dad was pissed.
The good things that happened this weekend? I made about thirty Clemence Poesy icons and a tutorial, plus I started working on a set of LOST icons for the pilot. I want to go through and icon each episode, cause I'm insane like that.
I also ordered a trilogy from Barnes & Noble, about a woman named Robyn who gets transported back to 1461 England and falls in love with a knight. The first book is called Knight Errant, and the series is by R. Garcia y Robertson (weird last name). It's so much better than I'm describing it.
And finally, I finished/posted on FF.Net two chapters of my story! =DDD
So yeah... Meh.
To make a long story short, I had a gymnastics meet on Saturday. Me and my mom were leaving, and since I had gone before her I left the doors open for her. Common courtesy, right? So I'm sitting in the car and waiting for her, when I hear her really high-pitched voice shrieking at me to "SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR! THERE'S A FUCKING DRAFT IN HERE!"
Yeah, that's what I get for trying to be nice to people.
The actual meet wasn't bad; I only fell off of beam once, on my back-handspring. My coach spotted me, so I ended up losing 1.0 and got a 7.55 total.
Earlier, my parents had decided (at my birthday dinner, nonetheless) that my brother and I were spoiled (my mom had watched some episode of Oprah about spoiled children), and less than an hour later there was this list of chores to be done by 12:00 PM on Sunday.
- shovel the steps
(You have no idea how bad this was--not unless you've seen my house. I'm a pretty fast worker, and it took me almost half an hour to do half of them. Not to mention my back had been hurting from the meet, and now it's a hell of a lot worse.)
- clean our rooms/bathrooms (not too bad)
- take our sheets off the bed and put new ones one
(My mom had a total hissy fit when I just put the comforter on. I never sleep under it, because I always use blankets, so I figured it wouldn't matter. Right? Wrong! Apparently the sheets "protect the mattress." *snort*)
- vacuum the house
Like, wtf.
Then at dinner, my parents were going on about how fat I'm going to be when I grow up, just because I don't like fruit and my diet isn't perfect like my mom's. And my mom was all like, "How much do you weigh now?" in that annoying, "I know how much you weigh and I weigh less than you!" (Five whole pounds less, Mom, and even though you're an inch shorter than me I have more muscle than you ever will, so why don't you shut the fuck up?!)
ARGH.
So as part of my attitude adjustment, my dad decided that he wasn't going to drive me to school for a week. So today, I'm out of the house before 6:50 (the bus comes at 6:52), and twenty minutes later it becomes apparent that I have missed the bus. My dad was pissed.
The good things that happened this weekend? I made about thirty Clemence Poesy icons and a tutorial, plus I started working on a set of LOST icons for the pilot. I want to go through and icon each episode, cause I'm insane like that.
I also ordered a trilogy from Barnes & Noble, about a woman named Robyn who gets transported back to 1461 England and falls in love with a knight. The first book is called Knight Errant, and the series is by R. Garcia y Robertson (weird last name). It's so much better than I'm describing it.
And finally, I finished/posted on FF.Net two chapters of my story! =DDD
So yeah... Meh.
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