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Dear parents,

I would really appreciate it if you would stop fucking yelling at me about getting a job. First of all, I already have a job. No, I do not work fifty hours a week and walk uphill to my job both ways like you used to do when you were my age, but I just fucking graduated high school and I'd like a goddamn break. Senior year was incredibly stressful, and I'd like to think I'm entitled to actually have fun now that it's over.

So, please fucking back off about me getting a job. The only reason you want me to get one is for spending money at college, so it's my issue to deal with and not yours.

Thanks for nothing,

- anolinde

So, apparently in Cambridge, Massachusetts, a Boy Scout troop was kicked out of a plaza for trying to collect supplies to send to soldiers in Iraq. People apparently complained that they were advertising a political, pro-war agenda.

I find this totally offensive and inappropriate, am I the only one?

Random fortune cookie story of the day: Last night at around 10:00 PM, I was totally stalling on my history essay. I had two paragraphs to go, but I couldn't focus. The subject was utterly boring, so I kept procrastinating, getting about one sentence every five minutes (and that may be stretching it). Finally, I got really frustrated and went downstairs to clean the dishes, because I had also procrastinated on that. We had had Chinese food that night, so I picked out a fortune cookie, which read:

Do your best to make it happen.

I went back upstairs and finished that sucker in twenty minutes.

In other news, my mom is now getting up in my grill about gymnastics. (Yes, I did have to say that.) Recently my back has been hurting during floor, which is directly connected to the impact from tumbling. I've scheduled an appointment with my doctor to see about getting an athletic back brace for that event, but now my mom's talking about me retiring from gymnastics and she's going on and on about how I shouldn't be looking at colleges that have gymnastics teams because who knows if I'll be doing gymnastics by then, and why not do dance or cheerleading instead?

Aside from the fact that I'd rather kill myself than do cheerleading, and that I'm only going to turn to dance when my body's too broken to do gymnastics, her attitude was irritating because she was implying that she was going to put pressure on my doctor to keep me from doing gymnastics. *facepalm* It is totally not the end of the world if I want a back brace to make floor easier.

She was also complaining about how I can't walk without Bob (my current back brace), which is total bull because I only need him when I'm walking around malls for hours at a time. I don't have a lot of muscle in my back, so it gets sore if I don't sit down and rest. Understandable, if regrettable.

Argh, major frustration.

Good things that are happening in my life right now: Tomorrow I have a free block and a full lunch, which essentially comes down to two and a half hours of free time and only four classes, none of which involve science. =D Oh, and btw, I only have science once this week, due to the Thanksgiving scheduling!

My Wednesday is scheduled to be full of awesome, too. We have three blocks, none of which are my math, science, or Spanish. Instead, I have English (okay), history (score!), and gym, which I'm actually liking this quarter. Then we have an actual half day, as opposed to a five-sixths day, and we get out at 11:03, which means I have time to go home and eat lunch and chill before work! I then go to gymnastics and after that Olive Garden, woot!

Oh, and you know what's the best part about all of this? I don't have to get up early on Thursday!

Thanksgiving should be good, my cousin and I are planning on watching the director's cut of Alexander (at least, I think), and I'm making yummy pretzels. Then on Saturday, llamallicious is coming over (assuming nothing suddenly comes up) and we're going to be having a childhood TV show marathon (ya'll know which show I'm talking about...), not to mention making a chocolate fountain, which should be delicious! =D

So, a fun weekend is coming up!

P.S. If anyone's interested, I quit Dance Troupe for this semester, because I hated going to the practices and it was making my back really sore. Now I have Sundays free, yay!

So, flist, what's up with you?

I feel like such an asshole.

My dad's birthday was today, and while I did remember it, the only thing I gave him was one of those stupid Hallmark cards that my mom and my brother picked out from the store. He even made a comment about it, like, "I hope it didn't detract too much from your computer time."

The worst thing about it was that I had planned on making a card for him, but I procrastinated until today and then I really didn't have any time. I want to apologize to him now, but how do you tell your dad that you slacked off on making a card for his birthday because you were, in fact, on the computer?

Argh, my brother keeps taking my CDs. He says I have crap taste in music, but then he goes and steals my CDs to upload them onto his iTunes. Today I discovered he had taken three of them. And of course, my mom didn't believe me. However, that will all change once I get my hands on his iPod.

Not to mention the fact that I have access to his files, and I already know that my songs are on his iTunes. What a hypocrite.

KLSJFLSDJFLS This is just one of the many reasons why I hate my brother. Now I'm going to have to go hide my CDs... or just wait until I hear of two more instances in which he takes them, because then I will shove those files under my mother's face and make her see that her lazy fucktard son is taking my stuff.

And you know what?! He doesn't even bother putting them away!

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 side )

So yeah... Meh.