Apologies
It's rant time
I go upstairs for twenty minutes to finish a book, and I come back downstairs to my mom sitting on the couch, on my laptop. I stand there, staring at her, and she just looks at me and says, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were done." Um, hello, Google Docs was still open, which should tell you that I still had shit to do.
She's ordering fucking pajamas and clicking around, and I'm sitting next to her on the couch. Then she growls at my laptop, and I see Google Chrome close. My first thought is, Great. Now I have to reopen everything. My next thought is, MOM THIS IS WHY YOU ASK BEFORE USING MY LAPTOP AND MOVING IT. Mom knows I hate it when you take my laptop away from where it's sitting, especially when it's plugged it. I've practically made it a rule of the house to NEVER disturb my laptop while it's on the charger.
She complains and says, "Gah, I hate this thing!" and I think, "Well, then, how about you use your own fucking computer at work or something instead of wasting my time!" I still have fucking schoolwork to do! That's more important than pajamas. And when I say I still have to do stuff, she takes on her annoyed tone and says, "I know, I know. I'm almost done."
Ten minutes later, I'm still sitting there, watching Conan, bored out of my fucking skull, as she continues to growl at the computer. It takes her forever to figure out that she has to go to the site again, since she exited out of Chrome. I sigh, and she looks over and says, "I'm almost done." Then she moves couches, as if my radiating annoyance is affecting her, and then she finishes.
HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH!
I'm serious, though. I'll leave for five minutes and Mom will be on my laptop. Most times, she asks first, but when she doesn't, it pisses me off. For someone who claims to be proud of my grades, the amount of times she's hindered my ability to do homework is ridiculous. It's my fucking laptop that my friends got for me, so hands off unless you ask first. Is that so much to ask?
UGH I'M SO PISSED RIGHT NOW. LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO REPLY TO STUFF TOMORROW BECAUSE MY MOTHER TOOK A FUCKING HALF HOUR TO WORK A LAPTOP AND I NEED TO SLEEP.
I'm going to need to hide this thing whenever I leave the room now. Gah, I'm fucking angry.
It's rant time
I go upstairs for twenty minutes to finish a book, and I come back downstairs to my mom sitting on the couch, on my laptop. I stand there, staring at her, and she just looks at me and says, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were done." Um, hello, Google Docs was still open, which should tell you that I still had shit to do.
She's ordering fucking pajamas and clicking around, and I'm sitting next to her on the couch. Then she growls at my laptop, and I see Google Chrome close. My first thought is, Great. Now I have to reopen everything. My next thought is, MOM THIS IS WHY YOU ASK BEFORE USING MY LAPTOP AND MOVING IT. Mom knows I hate it when you take my laptop away from where it's sitting, especially when it's plugged it. I've practically made it a rule of the house to NEVER disturb my laptop while it's on the charger.
She complains and says, "Gah, I hate this thing!" and I think, "Well, then, how about you use your own fucking computer at work or something instead of wasting my time!" I still have fucking schoolwork to do! That's more important than pajamas. And when I say I still have to do stuff, she takes on her annoyed tone and says, "I know, I know. I'm almost done."
Ten minutes later, I'm still sitting there, watching Conan, bored out of my fucking skull, as she continues to growl at the computer. It takes her forever to figure out that she has to go to the site again, since she exited out of Chrome. I sigh, and she looks over and says, "I'm almost done." Then she moves couches, as if my radiating annoyance is affecting her, and then she finishes.
HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH!
I'm serious, though. I'll leave for five minutes and Mom will be on my laptop. Most times, she asks first, but when she doesn't, it pisses me off. For someone who claims to be proud of my grades, the amount of times she's hindered my ability to do homework is ridiculous. It's my fucking laptop that my friends got for me, so hands off unless you ask first. Is that so much to ask?
UGH I'M SO PISSED RIGHT NOW. LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO REPLY TO STUFF TOMORROW BECAUSE MY MOTHER TOOK A FUCKING HALF HOUR TO WORK A LAPTOP AND I NEED TO SLEEP.
I'm going to need to hide this thing whenever I leave the room now. Gah, I'm fucking angry.
But yeah, that's definitely part of it.