I'm typing this while through my window the sound of some construction drill grinding THING makes it's way to my ears. They've been doing construction in this area for a few weeks now, none of the workers are attractive but the machines weren't too bothersome... until now. It just keeps going vroooooooooooooooooooom similar to a car but with an undertone of 'brgggggggggg' to it, and then stopping. And then going 15ish seconds later. Hopefully they stop working soon before I take a power drill to my left temple. X-Men 2 was the best!

My mom got mad at me today because the car window wasn't working and I pointed it out and she was all 'sometimes I want to cry'. Mental laughter and denouncements, my mom feels so sad because we are apparantly losing net worth each day yet she and my father go out to dinner SO much, they dragged my brother and I to dinner even though I pointed out that they claim we have financial problems. Ok, keeping up appearances... except you don't need to go out to dinner this often to do that, you don't need new appliances and paint. So, I was silly enough to mention as I left the car 'why do you plan on getting a $5000 TV then?' I guess she went insane then, and went on about how I got an Ipod and have to be driven up and down.

I didn't say anything but right now I'm still a bit fuming over the fact that hi: I'm the child mommy dearest, I also need to be driven around since I can't DRIVE myself legally. I need to develop my education to get a job and rake in money but to do that I need to be DRIVEN. My bad. My $300 Ipod that will tide me over for 4-5 years vs. a $5000-$7000 TV that will join the ranks of 7 others in our house and be outdated instantly. Sometimes I want to cry.

I know, I hate the ungrateful children too but sometimes parental units are toooooo much. I know I make you wait sometimes to pick me up but you make me wait very often too, duh. I know I require food and clothing and technology to function. but you do too, duh. If you want me to have a sound university selection then you'll shut up and drive me around for a few months more and let me work my ass off for top notch grades and not complain (aside from here, haha) and go off to university for 3-4 years and you won't have to DRIVE me anywhere.

Now if I said that to a parental unit (or, if you did) I'd wager they'd be a bit simpy but also demand I be more tolerant or lose the attitude or something. Yay for stubbornness on both sides. Except I'm right. And I'm young, so I'm the investment. And I pick the nursing homes. Sometimes I want to cry.

Haha.