*Bloodcurdling scream!*
I've had quite a day... I sat through talk after endless talk at the University of Akron for 9 hours only varied by brief bursts of sarcastic humor by Genn Coleman. Finally got everything scheduled though despite the splitting migraine that felt like there was a knife between my eyes and my shoulders were being drawn and quartered. What a waste of time. It could have been accomplished efficiaently with only an hour of talking to an advisor to schedule but they had to drag it out and torture us.
Then... I go to Drivers Ed, where I again sit for 4 hours and listen to mindless talk. Again with a migraine and added inability to focus my contacts. And mind you, this is during time where I could have been working or seeing my boyfriend or fighting at practice.
Then, my parents pick me up and my Mom launches into her inform and interrogate routine that I find so aggravating lately. I don't know why, but I just can't stand it. It's like, I dunno, she acts like she knows everything and is better than everyone. I go upstairs when I get home and get on the computer to try and relax and lower my blood pressure so I can get to bed and she follows me. Only, she doesn't come into the computer room to talk. No, she sits two rooms away and proceeds to shout questions in my direction and then gets mad when I can't hear her or finds my answers inadequate.
Finally, she asks me if Jordan can borrow some of my money and reminds me about going to Tennessee this weekend and next. This is a sore subject for me because it turns out my first day of morning classes is the day we should be driving back... So I need to arrange an earlier drive which is going to be a pain.
I'm sorry, but you can only push me so far when I've had a day like this and am running on 4 hours of choppy sleep. I started crying so of course my Mom reacted the way she always does lately and started yelling at me. So I, with my teenage rebellion hairs on the back of neck standing straight up, remind her that I had just as hard of a day today as she did and didn't have the luxury of a 3 week vacation lately.
Oops. Hit a chord. Her water works start and now she's screaming. She storms down the stairs and out the door... I hate it when my Mom and I bang heads. I love her so much but lately her attitude about life sucks.
I really need a hug. I just want to surrender myself to the oblivion of bliss that is snuggling with Josh and stay there until my heart stops shaking. But he's at Tethrin's house and I have to work tomorrow morning, with Mom no less. Sigh, hopefully the world will look better after 8 hours of sleep and properly cleaned contacts.
~Physically and mentally exhausted Huggles
