Rant

This just pisses me off. Unlike most nights, I've waited until nearly seven before coming online. But once mum realized I was online, she told me to get off. Apparently we're expecting a call. For crying out loud, if he was going to call he would have called already! THAT's why I waited. But apparently I didn't wait long enough. But no, instead of telling me to get off so she could call him, it's wait until he calls.
No. I don't want to. I only get three hours when I can have free reign of the internet, and that's usually interrupted by dinner. She always kicks me off at nine, so this is cutting into my 'net time. But she never lets me cut into her 'net time. *snarls*
*sighs* But I'm still the child in this house, so I mush obey. Gah. I hate my mother sometimes. But heaven forbid I tell her to change. Heaven forbid I tell her she's wrong.
I mean, we've got this new house. And of all the things, there would be a day every couple of weeks where she would have me help her clean up the building site. *bangs head against the keyboard* It's a building site. It's SUPPOSED to be messy. Or, Gary's rule was that the windowsill in the living room be free and clear of itty bitty bits and ornaments. Less than a month in the house and there's one already there. I told mum Gary wanted none there. Her response, "Well, we just won't point it out to him then." I pointed it out to Gary. He moved it. She moved it back. When he noticed, he went to move it again, and she snapped at him. Told him it was the only thing she wanted on the window sill, because there it caught the light. It can't catch the light if it's up on a shelf.
Then, there's her organization of the kitchen. We have cupboards with glass in them so you can see into them, so what do I see in most of them? Her pretty special plates and glasses. All the food is in the fridge or the pantry, taking up more space than it needs to in there. We have these open shelves where I would think it proper to put the mugs as it's right above the coffee machine, but instead it's got all her recipe books (that she rarely touches) and more 'special' dishes. It's all very well and good to have them, but she's just not very practical at all. We have several kitchen gadgets that she almost never uses but was given or found at a bargain price.
That's the thing about her. She always goes for the bargain price. She doesn't look at brand names, she looks at price. Nevermind that sometimes, the good quality costs a few cents more. It took her nearly five years to realize the only chili con carne Gary wants is Nalley's Thick. She still can't get it right about the cheese sticks I like. Then there's cookies. Gary and I like one kind only: chocolate chip. Oh, wait, Oreos too. But she's always getting this or that one that's all cheaper and then sit in the cookie jar for two months before somebody dumps them out.
Gods, I remember how annoyed I was when we were moving stuff. I had to go through the food cabinets, and found so many things I had to throw away. Then there were all the canned goods. And, a lot of them were not only past their use by date, but they were cans NO ONE was ever going to use. We have a tonne of cans of chicken or beef broth that mum claims to eat but I have yet to see her do so. She once got a thing of lime jello that I wouldn't touch, she said she would, and then never did.
I could go on with her weird little quirks that get on my nerves. I abhor her collection of itty bitty bits, and her crafts. I mean, I have my itty bitty bits, and my little artistic enterprises, but... I try to keep to two or three topics and that's it. I only have one or two hobby/craft things. She has about ten different crafts (and many books about them), and every flat space has at least one of her little ornaments.
I think I've done enough.
In other news, one of my classmates told me I chose well with my crush. He really is quite good looking as well just fun to hang around with. Rhianna had to avoid looking at me after fifth when I was talking to him because she knew she'd just have a huge grin on her face.
Timed write in fifth period sucked. I'm sure I did okay, but it was just annoying.
*blinks and looks around* I wonder where my Diablo game is? I haven't seen it since a week before the move. I miss slaying demons with my saucy little Rogue.

I close my eyes and make a wish for
Inner peace and tranquillity inside
My mind I feel it's changing
Breaking down the defences of my heart
It's like a new adventure
And this is my life
No longer know the girl inside
The stranger in my mind

Delta Goodrem - Running Away

Fin.