This post is going to be really, really angry. Just a warning in advance, I guess. This crap has been going on ever since I was about ten, so it's been a few years, and I just can't put up with it any longer.

So, my mom just threw a GIGANTIC screaming, flailing fit because I didn't hear her when she called for me. She was on the other side of the house. :| Perhaps she should learn to speak up, huh? I didn't even have any music or television on at the time. I hate her fucking temper tantrums; she's the biggest three-year-old I know. I honestly can't bring myself to even see her as an actual adult sometimes. She's more like... I dunno, a 5'6" preschooler with a nicotine addiction. Sure, she's my mom and all, and of course you have to be physically an adult in order to have teenage offspring, but that doesn't mean she acts like an adult, and to me, it's the way you act that really counts. No responsible adult throws temper tantrums over NOTHING every single day of their fucking life.

She's 40 and refuses to provide for herself! She mooches off my dad, aka her EX-husband, and he's just as big of a spineless baby for letting her! She has this crazy, romantic notion that her new boyfriend (why can't he pay for her shit?) is OMFG TEH ONE!!!1 and that she will, without a doubt, marry him one day, even though she says she's never even mentioned marriage to him. Despite this, she goes on gigantic, angry rampages whenever he doesn't immediately text/call her back.

I can't stand this anymore. I can't stay here any longer. But there is nowhere for me to go unless dad finally mans up and kicks her sorry ass out. I refuse to live with Granny, for she is a set of problems all her own. (Who fucking guilt-trips their grandchild about BECOMING OLDER? Is there really anything I can do about that, Granny?)

Friday's my birthday. My mom had originally planned to take me out of town for the weekend and let me do stuff I wanted, but I heard from Granny that she may take my sister too, and I have a problem with that. (Of course, I doubt we even go now because I... GASP... didn't hear mother from all the way across the house! Oh, no, I'm a horrible excuse for a human being, right, you guys?)

I have a problem with that because my sister is bratty, demanding, and spoiled, and it's not like I'm going to be doing anything fun for six-year-olds. It's MY birthday, not hers, and I don't want her to tag along. I'm sorry, but I don't want to spend my weekend at Chuck E Cheese, and I know that if she goes, she'll get her way 'cause she's mommy's little angel.

If we even still go, my plans for the weekend are basically to pick up another pair of shoes, which I need because all but two of mine are falling apart, get layers put back into my hair since it looks like crap without them, and maybe eat at the amazing Chinese restaurant we usually go to while there. NONE of that is fun for six-year-olds, now is it? Why would she even think of bringing the kid? :( Both Dad and Granny will be home, so it's not like my sister lacks a place to stay.

Thing is, though, I'm apparently not even supposed to know that my mom may bring the kid, which just really pisses me off even more. I think I have a right to know if any unwanted company is going to be dragged along this weekend. After all, the only reason we're even going is because it's --my-- freakin' birthday, meaning it's Super Duck's. It's not Super Duck's sister's or Super Duck's mom's. It's SUPER DUCK'S.

Ughhh, I am so sorry that I am so whiny. School is really stressing me. The idiot English teacher just cannot seem to comprehend the fact that not everyone brainstorms and gets ideas for papers in the same way she does. She got all pissy because my first sentence was "uninteresting" and refused to let me continue with my paper until I made a better one, but I always write the whole thing first and think of a good, relevant opening sentence after I've finished. Apparently, that shit does not fly with Mrs. What's An Adverb. Excuuuuse me for doing things the way they work best for me.

Everything is really stressing me lately, I guess. "Lately" seems to be span a gigantic block of time, though. I wish you all could've met me back in, say, March or April. I was a totally different Super Duck back then...