Ah, the library

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.

Apparently, I'm fat and stupid

I know that my mother can access this blog through Ravelry, and quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass.

She thinks that the librarian not checking in season one of Heroes is my fault, because Dad dealt with it instead of me, and that I'm an adult and must deal with these things, even if Dad offers to. WTF?!

All I can say is !@#$ her.

I am thoroughly depressed.

The 'fat' part is because she says I'm getting a muffin top, and that I watch too much TV, and that because of my TV watching I'm going to get heart disease. Apparently, she doesn't notice the time I spend in my room, listening to the radio and/or reading/knitting.'

!@#$ HER.

Hmm. Ten minutes until In Treatment comes on. I think I'll grab a book, too.

Cicadas are driving me insane

So are wasps. And humidity. And my mother. Oops, did I say that out loud? ;)

The guy FINALLY came to install the door at around ten to two. I could've stayed in my pajamas all day, but noooo, miss Bossy Boots made me get dressed. I might change back into my PJs and robe after the dude leaves. So there.

Actually, maybe I should stay dressed in case we go out later. But the chances of that are very slim. I think I'll change into a pair of pants, though, because there's a breeze blowing through the back window. I dunno, I'm comfortable in my shorts at the moment.

I can't think of anything else to say, aside from ♪LOVE STINKS! YEAAAAH!♪

iTunes is annoying me

SOMEHOW some songs from 21st Century Breakdown skip on iTunes. The only possible reason that I can think of is that the disc skipped when I ripped it. But, I don't remember bumping into my desk or anything! Augh! It did the same thing with a song from Maximum Cowbell, too! Stupid friggin' iTunes! I might have to re-rip the whole disc now!

And after I got off my computer the first time this morning, I went downstairs and said something like, "Wow, the SUN came out while I was on my computer!" and she was all, "You should be dressed for when the guy comes to put the door in! That's why I wanted you up early!" Uh, I was in pajamas and a robe. I was covered. But that wasn't good enough for HER, so I put on my black t-shirt and the green shorts I wore to youth group last night. Screw her. I might go to the park or the library later to escape her constant friggin' CRITICISM. Grrr.

At least the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack ripped properly. And I do have 21st Century Breakdown on a CD, so that's cool.

Welcome to paradise.

Well, not really. The title is completely drenched in sarcasm.

Something's up, and people aren't telling me what or who or how or why. It's pissing me off. And eventually I'm gonna get to the bottom of it. I think it has something to do with Angela - my estranged grandmother on my father's side. I've talked about her before. She's the one who sent my siblings and I birthday cards and stickers (yes. stickers.) once every few years, and when we got older it would be a card and money (usually, like, $15). Something about Grandpa wondering why Dad won't talk to Angela. I don't know. But it's pissing me off.

Also, my birthday is days away. I'm not happy. I don't really want to do anything on my birthday except go out for dinner. That's it. I want to stay in my room all morning with some books, magazines (knitting magazines, of course), CDs and knitting close by. And I know Grandpa's going to be a dick in some way, shape or form. I just know it. He has a talent for being an asshole.

I can't wait for the fall HPKCHC classes to start so I have something to keep me busy - not that my preexisting knitting projects aren't keeping me busy, it's just that I think that if I have a deadline to meet, it'll take my mind off the bullshit that is my extended family (and immediate family, at times). I also can't wait for youth group on Wednesday, where I'll be around sane people. And then there's knit night tomorrow. Hopefully I can go. I couldn't go last week because Mom wasn't feeling well.

I think I'm going to start reading The Folk Keeper again. I started it and lost track of what was going on, so I have to re-read it. It's a good book. I highly recommend it.

I also want to read Coraline. I watched the movie yesterday. Mom was being a total bitch about it - she wanted to watch it in 3-D, so I thought, okay, let's give it a shot, even if I have to wear my 3-D glasses while knitting, even if we have to have all the lights off. Well, then she starts fiddling with the TV settings to get it just right. I can't watch a movie if someone's fiddling with settings! She's as bad as Dad sometimes! So I said we should just watch it in 2-D, and she got all huffy and 'maybe I'll make you watch it on the little TV!' and all that shit. Honestly. I just want to watch my frikkin' movie. When did MY library materials become HER library materials?! It's like when I had The Wrestler out of the library. I had to watch it when SHE wanted to watch it because 'Dad's going back to work tomorrow and won't be able to see it'. Um... he's got a library card. So does Mom. It's not rocket science to reserve a DVD.

I miss kickboxing, dammit.

Could things POSSIBLY get any shittier?

1. I couldn't go to that movie because it was in the afternoon, and it was downtown. I didn't have enough money handy, so I would've had to go to the bank, then catcha bus downtown, and there was no way Mom was letting me take the bus downtown on my own, even if Micaela waited at the bus stop for me.

2. Mom and I are fighting again. It started with me trying to punch in the number for the HD channels while she was telling me what number to punch in, even though I already knew what number the HD channels started at. Then, I walked out of the room, and the following discussion took place:

Mom: "You need to stop being so bitchy!" (or something to that effect - I'm too pissed off to remember the exact words)

Me: "YOU need to stop being so controlling!" (I walk upstairs)

Mom: "GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Me: (ignores her)

Dad: (calls my name loudly - the standard, obligatory yell)

Me: (starts walking back down)

Dad: "And don't stomp!"

Me: (walks the rest of the way down and stands several feet away from Mom)

Mom: "I AM NOT CONTROLLING! IF ANYTHING, I'M THE ONE PUSHING YOU TO GET OUT AND DO STUFF!"

Me: while walking downstairs "If that's true, then you would've let me go to that movie!"

Mom: "COME HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE!"

Me: (muttering) "No. I'm not gonna fight with you."

Yes, my mother is a piece of work for sure. I should've just walked out. Gone to Tim Horton's. Or the library, if they were open at the time. Or the park. Something. But instead, I decided to stew. And I'm still stewing. And my headphones were being stupid, but that's not unusual. Damn headphones. I hope I get a new pair for my birthday. Maybe I'll ask Nathan for a pair.

So right now I'm half-watching the friendly match between Toronto FC and Real Madrid. Right now, Madrid is kicking Toronto's asses 3-0. Come on, guys! Get with the program!

Crap, I forgot it was a holiday Monday

I hate holiday Mondays.

I hate them because, if someone decides to start an argument that makes you want to walk out the door and go somewhere, anywhere, most places are closed. The library's closed (the library by our house is always closed on Mondays, though), the local businesses like the coffee shop are closed, Zarky's is closed, almost everywhere is closed. Except, perhaps, for Tim Horton's. I'm not sure if they're open on long weekends.

This long weekend has, like most, royally sucked. Mom just went into Bitch Mode today. I've no idea why she did, but she did. All I know is that she stomped up the stairs and into her room and slammed the door. When I went downstairs to get water or something like that, Dad was washing dishes and asked me to dry. After a few hours, Mom came down and watched TV for a bit. After I'd gone back up to my computer, she started bitching Dad out. I don't know what she was bitching about, and quite frankly, I didn't care. I just wanted her to shut the hell up.

I wonder who flipped her bitch switch - me or Dad. Or maybe it was both of us. But I'm past caring. The worst part? Dad gets to work tomorrow, and I have to put up with her. Lucky him.

My head's been aching on and off, too, which doesn't make matters better. My arms have, too, but that's from knitting and typing. I think the headache's from the weather, because I get weather change headaches all the time.

Another cruddy weekend has come to an end.

Friday: we go to Michaels, PetSmart, Giant Tiger and Indigo. I got yarn at Michaels, we got dog food and cat food at PetSmart, we got many things at Giant Tiger (including a t-shirt for me that says, 'I'm sorry. I forgot you're an idiot'), and we got nothing at Indigo (we didn't even look at the bargain books! I should've wandered over there...). Mom threw a childish hissy-fit over a burger.

Saturday: Mom and Dad went to the market, I stayed home and eat buttered toast and watch old episodes of SNL. Mom watched with me when she got back. Dad was supposed to go to poker, but I guess it didn't happen. Mom made some comment about how 'we COULD have gone to the movies'. I say, "Well, you two could have, anyway. I would've stayed home." She says, "I meant your dad and I anyway." So nice to be included.

Sunday: Dad got ticked because I was in his seat, so I told him to find something to watch on TV instead. On my way up to my computer, Mom said, "Definitely not ready for college this year." Hey, mom? !@#% YOU!!! I'LL BE A HELLUVA LOT BETTER WITHOUT YOU NATTERING AT ME EVERY !@#$ING MINUTE!

Also, I have just realized that I haven't had anything to eat, and that I'm getting hungry. Will it be a sandwich or a bowl of cereal?

I suddenly want to knit wristbands now. I think it's because the pressure of deadlines is off my shoulders now that I don't have any more HPKCHC assignments. I want to make wristbands for two reasons: a) instant gratification, and b) I want to practice duplicate stitch, and something small like a wristband would be great for that. Actually, there's a third reason: c) because I have a crapload of acrylic to use up, including a lot of Patons Astra. I was originally going to make preemie sweaters with the Astra, but now I think I'm going to use nicer yarn for preemie sweaters and make hats and wristbands with my Astra.

He totally deserves a hat for Christmas

Last night Dad picked up burgers from Licks. Mom wanted their new Maui Wowie burger, which has pineapple and back bacon on it. She told Dad that it was a pre-dressed burger, so Dad told the person taking his order to put on whatever goes on a Maui Wowie burger.

Big mistake.

When she saw what happened, Mom freaked out. And I mean, really freaked out. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she was. I got mad and tried walking out of the room with my burger, but she screamed at me to sit down, so I did. I wolfed down my burger, even though Dad yelled at me to slow down. I didn't even enjoy my burger because I was just so mad and wanted out of the room. When Mom said, "Sam?" to get my attention, I looked up, and she automatically classified my look as a glare and said, "Never mind, I'LL do it!" and got up to get paper towel. And then proceeded to bitch me out for apparently glaring at her.

After I was done my burger, I tried eating my fries, but they just tasted like grease, so I dumped them in the green bucket - green buckets, for anyone who doesn't know, is our city's compost buckets. They ask us to fill the green buckets with food scraps, small bones, pet hair, etc, and then we dump the buckets into the larger green carts and set them to the curb with the garbage and recycles. So anyway, I dumped the fries in the green bucket and went upstairs with my Coke and went on my computer.

Later I asked Dad to take photos of my HPKCHC projects - Mom took some photos, but there was no way I was asking her to download them for me, and anyway, they were only photos of my washcloths, and I needed a photo of my Irish Hiking Scarf. So Dad took some photos of both my washcloths and my scarf. Now I think I should knit him a hat or something. Wait, he already has a nice Thinsulate hat... maybe I'll make him a long scarf. The only scarf he has is the cowl that Mom make him. Although I'm sure he wouldn't mind having an extra hat. Maybe I'll make him one with earflaps. That'll be good for when he's digging out the driveway in the winter.

The upside of yesterday was that I got some Vanna's Choice in Ravenclaw colours, so now I can make a house scarf. I'm talking to Mom now (last night I said very little to her), but I'm still mad at her over the burger thing.