Baby Bird Wants OUT!
Jul. 10th, 2003 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteHow in the seven hells am I supposed to survive another year and a half with my mom. She gets bitchy at me over GLUE. @#%$^$%@!! So the binding on my "Elemental" book is coming undone, and to be frank, scotch tape just doesn't cut it anymore. So I check the obvious places for a bottle of Elmer's-- the desk, the computer room, my room, the pantry... we got NOTHING. Mom, on the other hand, has the sunroom chock full of art supplies, but the door that connects to it through my room has been blocked off by a bookcase (her one smart move).
So I knock on her door gently and ask if I can go look for glue [in the sunroom]. She immediately is all "I'm tired, I don't want to move." I'm irritated; she hasn't listened to me again, and thinks I was asking her to do something. Typical. I explain that "No, I was going to go look for it in the sunroom." And she gets all hoity toity on me, saying I was being rude-- when I wasn't being rude OR nasty, I was being honest, I didn't want HER to have to get up and look for it, I WOULD! But noooo, she never lets me do anything or go anywhere if it involves HER room, HER PRECIOUS SUNROOM (which has a lot of Michelle's stuff in it still, even though it's been close to 7 years now since she died... geez, I bet Mom's still hiding her -Not Michelle's- damn weed in there!)
Okay, waitasec. I'm checking my azurite_moon email, and there's 26 new messages in my inbox. I click on "Inbox" and there are (ohmygod, I'm in shock here) 24 REVIEWS from Fanfiction.net. I just posted "Twisted Fate," Chapter 6 and "Dream a Dream," Chapter 3 last night, and sent the now-usual update to my azurite_updates ML. I think I'm going to die of bliss tonight. I mean shiza, aside from mom being a bitch and me wanting out, tonight's been great!
I didn't get sick from McDonald's (actually got 10 nuggets and a drink, all of which I finished ^_^) and got to make up the work I missed from class on Tuesday. Takamatsu-sensei is so nice... ~_~ And though the midterm was kinda confusing, I pretty much breezed through it. Got myself some delish Starburst *snickers* (Inside Joke) and spent the rest of the class zooming through with Chu-san. We left around 9:10.
You know, I was always bummed that I never seemed to get a lot of reviews on stuff-- all my fav fics tend to have upwards of 100 (some of the best ones I know have 800-1000!) and that's always made me sad... like I'm not that good. *sigh* But you know what, just these reviews make me happy-- and I haven't even read them yet. I was feeling super inspired for Dream a Dream today, and Chu-san said that she really likes my writing AND my art! ^_^ I'm so happy~
I better go now before my mood sours, in case one of these reviews is less than stellar.
*pause*
Oh wait, why bother, Mom just ruined things for me AGAIN. GAUGH! She's all "You wouldn't know if I was dead or dying, would you?" Because I listen to my music with my headphones, since whenever I listen to it with speakers, she YELLS at me. I do it to be respectful, and besides, 9/10, she's "dead" asleep anyway. We run on different clocks, and she uses that as an excuse to complain. Then she goes and complains that I spent "five whole dollars" (okay, admittedly, she told me that the $20 she gave me was the LAST she had until tomorrow, but I told her I'd spend some on groceries --got too late tonight to go-- and food for dinner) on McDonalds. @#^$^&$! She's never cared much for my eating habits before, and it's not like I'm eating expensive French food! At least I didn't waste it! And to me, it tastes good, and I work off all the fat anyway! She pisses me off!
*prays* I hope these reviews are nice.
P.S. Grace, Chu-san likes your artwork, too! I had to explain to her that no, I didn't draw Ryoko-chan...
So I knock on her door gently and ask if I can go look for glue [in the sunroom]. She immediately is all "I'm tired, I don't want to move." I'm irritated; she hasn't listened to me again, and thinks I was asking her to do something. Typical. I explain that "No, I was going to go look for it in the sunroom." And she gets all hoity toity on me, saying I was being rude-- when I wasn't being rude OR nasty, I was being honest, I didn't want HER to have to get up and look for it, I WOULD! But noooo, she never lets me do anything or go anywhere if it involves HER room, HER PRECIOUS SUNROOM (which has a lot of Michelle's stuff in it still, even though it's been close to 7 years now since she died... geez, I bet Mom's still hiding her -Not Michelle's- damn weed in there!)
Okay, waitasec. I'm checking my azurite_moon email, and there's 26 new messages in my inbox. I click on "Inbox" and there are (ohmygod, I'm in shock here) 24 REVIEWS from Fanfiction.net. I just posted "Twisted Fate," Chapter 6 and "Dream a Dream," Chapter 3 last night, and sent the now-usual update to my azurite_updates ML. I think I'm going to die of bliss tonight. I mean shiza, aside from mom being a bitch and me wanting out, tonight's been great!
I didn't get sick from McDonald's (actually got 10 nuggets and a drink, all of which I finished ^_^) and got to make up the work I missed from class on Tuesday. Takamatsu-sensei is so nice... ~_~ And though the midterm was kinda confusing, I pretty much breezed through it. Got myself some delish Starburst *snickers* (Inside Joke) and spent the rest of the class zooming through with Chu-san. We left around 9:10.
You know, I was always bummed that I never seemed to get a lot of reviews on stuff-- all my fav fics tend to have upwards of 100 (some of the best ones I know have 800-1000!) and that's always made me sad... like I'm not that good. *sigh* But you know what, just these reviews make me happy-- and I haven't even read them yet. I was feeling super inspired for Dream a Dream today, and Chu-san said that she really likes my writing AND my art! ^_^ I'm so happy~
I better go now before my mood sours, in case one of these reviews is less than stellar.
*pause*
Oh wait, why bother, Mom just ruined things for me AGAIN. GAUGH! She's all "You wouldn't know if I was dead or dying, would you?" Because I listen to my music with my headphones, since whenever I listen to it with speakers, she YELLS at me. I do it to be respectful, and besides, 9/10, she's "dead" asleep anyway. We run on different clocks, and she uses that as an excuse to complain. Then she goes and complains that I spent "five whole dollars" (okay, admittedly, she told me that the $20 she gave me was the LAST she had until tomorrow, but I told her I'd spend some on groceries --got too late tonight to go-- and food for dinner) on McDonalds. @#^$^&$! She's never cared much for my eating habits before, and it's not like I'm eating expensive French food! At least I didn't waste it! And to me, it tastes good, and I work off all the fat anyway! She pisses me off!
*prays* I hope these reviews are nice.
P.S. Grace, Chu-san likes your artwork, too! I had to explain to her that no, I didn't draw Ryoko-chan...
