Just Life

So today I asked my mom if I could sleep over at Alyssa's friend's (Sarah) house on the day before ACen, which would then make transportation easier for everyone. It's not like I don't know Sarah, we're just not all that close (though I'd like to know her better). I've been to her house a couple times, also. Well my mom said no right away. Wouldn't even give me an answer until I repeatedly asked "Why?" like a whiny little kid. Her reason: she didn't like me hanging out with college kids. That makes me want to go shoot baby seals. 1) I'm only about 3 or 4 weeks away from graduating, making me a college kid also. 2) Alyssa's friends have done nothing to make my mom worried about hanging in their company. Excuse me while I go bang my head against a wall.

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I feel a little better now.

So by this time I was getting just a wee bit stressed (to those of you slower people, I'm under exaggerating), but then she says she'll talk about it with my dad and get back to me. Whatever, fine, I'll move on. I mention to her that we still need to see last week's Doctor Who episode as well as this week's (yes, even my parents are nerds), but she reminds me that she said we can't watch them until I finish the math homework I was behind on from being sick. That does it. I am both offended and angry.

To put this in context for you, I have straight A's. I'm not in the least bit (well okay, maybe a little) worried about getting in my math homework before it's too late to get credit. I've had good grades ever since like.. well forever. But I've done especially well this past year. And now she thinks I need to have some kind of incentive/threat to get my homework done?! Does she not notice how hard I work every day to get to where I'm at now?! I'm one of two people graduating with distinction for crying out loud! Wow I hate mentioning my grades because it looks like I'm bragging, but I'm angry, which means I don't much care about anything else right now.

So I storm off after telling my mom how I feel and throw my own little teenage temper tantrum. Sitting on the couch curled up in a ball, my mom comes next to me to play the understanding parent. I tell her there's only room for one on this couch. She leaves immediately. I freaking hate myself. Okay well not all the time, but right now I feel like a great big jerk. Here I want to get the adult privileges that come with my age, and yet I don't act like I deserve it.

Well my mom visited me just now and after complaining about myself I feel more tolerant of other people, so I accepted her this time. It was good, because she decided that since I am an adult (but barely in my opinion), she and my dad couldn't really forbid me to go to Sarah's house. Oh, and she said we can watch Doctor Who. My math homework continues to sit idling by, waiting to be done.

And I don't give a crap about it right now. xD

I can't stand people who complain about their lives all the time, so these kinds of posts will be kept to a strict minimum. And so I leave on a reflective note after a happy ending: Life isn't all that bad - just when it is.