Mom and I walked down to the library. Most of my holds were CDs and DVDs. I was only expecting three CDs, so I was pleasantly surprised when I saw The White Stripes' Get Behind Me Satan on the shelf :) My DVDs are a National Geographic documentary on Amelia Earhart, a John Lennon concert DVD, Night At The Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian and X-2: X-Men United. So I'm set for knitting movies.
Mom threw a hissy-fit over pizza. Pizza. She asked me where we should order from, and at first I didn't know and said something like 'I don't know who has good pizza anymore', and then I suggested a place we've liked before. Apparently, she told me to tell my dad, but if she did, I didn't hear her. So she goes, "WELL, if nobody has ideas about where to order pizza from, nobody gets pizza!", so I snapped back that I gave her an idea, and she yelled "I TOLD YOU TO GO TELL YOUR DAD!" Then it was an argument of 'no you didn't' 'yes I did'.
Ooooohhhh, now I'm not allowed to get angry when she asks me a question. I'll repeat myself again! WATCH YOUR OWN DAMN MOVIE!
Sorry about that. Apparently, I can't have an opinion, and I can't watch my DVDs unless I wait for other people...?
We went to Michaels, but I didn't get anything because supposedly, the beads I wanted to get weren't on clearance, and someone put them there from another rack. Which is a load of crap, because there was more than one of them...
I'm almost done the ninth volume of Fruits Basket, which makes me happy.
Hmm, what else? Mom's getting on my back about GED work (honestly, there's only so much I can absorb in a day, she should chillax. She's made it quite clear that I'm not good enough to go to university.), and, uh, life is bearable.
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