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Oh, fuck off.
I loathe my family at present. Is it too much to ask that I have somewhere to do my homework, the ability to write an entry in LJ without someone coming along and deleting it (and fucking denying it), and oh, yes, Pedar and I have an agreement. He's going to American tomorrow. Two weeks ago, he asked if there were anything I wanted. I said without missing a beat, "Boots." I love boots. My Timberlands are falling to bits. Replacing them is expensive. In America it is cheaper. Pedar said that was fine, and he'd get them for me. Now my mother is saying no way in hell because they won't fit. She's also making out I can get them from here. Well, yes, I can... for one and a half times the price, and for fuck's sake, if we can get them here, why didn't we do that when my boots fell apart? Oh, I know why... because we can fucking get them in America!
And I'm tired. I'm really, really tired. My mother seems to think the fact I'm doing homework, fucking Biology which I hate and wouldn't be doing if it weren't for her interfering, is somehow an insult to her and how dare I do homework in the kitchen when she's trying to watch TV. It's not like I scream and shout while doing my homework. The most I do is scratch my nib. What the hell is her problem?
And then my grandmother. The whole thing is so funny. My LJ entry got deleted earlier, I yelled a bit, she laughed. I couldn't do my homework. She laughed. My mother decided to be fucking unreasonable. I yelled. She laughed.
Fuck.
I loathe my family at present. Is it too much to ask that I have somewhere to do my homework, the ability to write an entry in LJ without someone coming along and deleting it (and fucking denying it), and oh, yes, Pedar and I have an agreement. He's going to American tomorrow. Two weeks ago, he asked if there were anything I wanted. I said without missing a beat, "Boots." I love boots. My Timberlands are falling to bits. Replacing them is expensive. In America it is cheaper. Pedar said that was fine, and he'd get them for me. Now my mother is saying no way in hell because they won't fit. She's also making out I can get them from here. Well, yes, I can... for one and a half times the price, and for fuck's sake, if we can get them here, why didn't we do that when my boots fell apart? Oh, I know why... because we can fucking get them in America!
And I'm tired. I'm really, really tired. My mother seems to think the fact I'm doing homework, fucking Biology which I hate and wouldn't be doing if it weren't for her interfering, is somehow an insult to her and how dare I do homework in the kitchen when she's trying to watch TV. It's not like I scream and shout while doing my homework. The most I do is scratch my nib. What the hell is her problem?
And then my grandmother. The whole thing is so funny. My LJ entry got deleted earlier, I yelled a bit, she laughed. I couldn't do my homework. She laughed. My mother decided to be fucking unreasonable. I yelled. She laughed.
Fuck.
