I have to go take a Anatomy and Physiology final.
I don’t want to.
It’s kind of making me feel like I’m going to blow chunks.
The nervous energy kicked in again and I got about three and a half feet of Heather’s scarf done.
It’s absurd how much I can get done when I’m afraid of something intangible.
I still have that little jump of energy so I’ll probably get a few more rows in before class.
Crazy is mad at me because I went out with Torrance (aka Torri) last night.
I told her fifteen million times that I was going.
And that I was irritated at Torri’s sister because she was making Torri drive her all over creation on “some short errands”.
Which ended up taking forever.
Lame.
When she finally got to my house to pick me up and I said goodbye to Crazy, telling her I wouldn’t be out late…
She freaked out saying that I had a final tomorrow and hadn’t told her anything about going out at all.
It’s really frustrating when my mother yells at me for not listening to her... and yet won’t pay me the same respect and listen when I tell her something.
Yes, I know my mom has a lot to remember, and I appreciate that.
But sometimes it kind of feels like I’m not important enough for her to register the things I say.
Not really important… kind of like I’m that annoying guy that everyone knows at work.
The ones with the boring stories and lame jokes.
That guy who’s always like “Hey, when are we going out for drinks?”
And everyone either makes excuses, like having to wash their grandma’s cat or something.
Kind of like that.
You know you should listen and treat the poor guy like a person.
But you just can’t be bothered.
Or maybe I’m just weird.
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