♪Lines form on my face and hands...♪

I'm just listening to the tail-end of 'Eighteen' by Alice Cooper. Oh, it's finished now; time for a new song...

...okay, Thin Lizzy it is.

So my mom gave me another talking-to about how my tiredness and lack of science knowledge are my own fault (um, who was responsible for my education for twelve years?). Needless to say, I'm livid. Granted, I did tell her to f--k off, but rightly so because she made fun of me for saying that my yawning was to blame for messing up on my science diagnostic test (what I meant was that I was tired and put the wrong answer down, but whatever).

I actually considered running off to the library, but there's probably snow on the sidewalks, so I'll just wait until Dad gets home and ask for a ride. He's very sympathetic when it comes to Mom's attitude.

But wait - there's more!

My mother is also a paranoid freak!!!

She doesn't think we should shop at Wal-Mart anymore because she's been watching some documentary, and told me "I don't think we'll be going to Wal-Mart anymore, because of the things they're doing..." Apparently, a bunch of murders and attacks or something like that have happened in Wal-Mart parking lots in the United States. We're in Canada. Completely different country, non?

And the bitch of it? I was just saying yesterday that Wal-Mart has their job application form online, and that I might fill it out and drop it off. She can't stop me getting a job there, but I know she'll guilt-trip me. Then again, I don't have to apply there...

I'm still pissed, though.

No youth group tonight, but there's a potluck at church. I don't think we're going, though, because Mom said something about not being able to get Dad to go. Whatever, I'll stay home and watch Glee at it's regular time instead of at 10:00.

NOW I'm pissed...

My mother thinks I'm lazy because I haven't made an appointment to talk to a counselor at the local college. Well, DUH, I've been trying to figure out how the hell to write a resume. I haven't tried writing one yet because I don't have a clue as to what I should put down and what I shouldn't. And Mom hasn't offered to help. Bitch.

I might just ask Dad. He says there's a resume template in Microsoft Word '07, but I can't figure out how to set a template. I know there's a business card template. He says he'll have to sit down with me at my computer and help me set the template. At least he's willing to help me. I can also go down to another library in the area, because they have a job searching centre thingy. But if I already have the tools available on Word '07, I can save myself the walk or bus ride to the other library.

Shit, now my throat hurts. I'll have to take a Dequadin lozenge later.

I was looking through the local college's continuing education catalogue, and they have some neat-looking writing courses. I just don't know which ones I'll be able to take. I think I just need grade 12 English or equivalent. They might have me take a placement test to see where I'm at.

Oh yeah, I'm also on a Fleetwood Mac kick. I've managed to find 'Rhiannon' on YouTube, but I think it's slightly edited. It's still nice to listen to. It's a nice, loud video, too. Also, I'm borrowing their Rumors album from the library. I might buy it with my birthday money.

She thinks she's soooooo clever.

So, I went to Value Village yesterday and got a bunch of nice skirts, including three everyday skirts that can go in the wash with t-shirts and such. Two of those everyday skirts are kinda Pretty in Pink-ish, and they're both made by the same company, lol. They're both long skirts, one is yellowy and bluey, the other is mainly red. The third skirt is a short navy skirt with some white print thing on it. The nicer skirts I got were a pink wraparound skirt, a green, orange and black plaid skirt and a black and white summery skirt with a black ribbon sewn on. I also got a cute little black cardigan and a pea-green fooler shirt.

And then today I went to Zellers, and there were clearance racks out front, so I got three shirts - one brown, one blue and white and one white - and a cami (which MOM picked out, but I'll get to that later).

Here's the catch:

Mom and I went into Zellers to catch up with Dad, and she said to me, "You know how you're paying for the shirts?" I was going to suggest that I'd pay, and then she says...

"By going to the leadership course at church."

*Bangs head against wall* I KNEW IT!!!!!

She says that it's $10 for the course because I'm an adherent, and she doesn't have to pay because she's a member. I don't know if she's doing this stupid course or not. Nor do I know how long this stupid course is. And I looked at the church newsletter online, and it's described as a 'spiritual leadership course' for 'spiritual leaders and potential leaders'. 1) I am not a church minister, and 2) I don't plan on being a church minister (bit of a Ferris Bueller reference there ;P). Mom says she's paying for me to go, but still....!$#$!#@# She is such a bitch sometimes. I'll go to this stupid course if she absolutely WANTS me to, but as soon as I get home, I'm blasting some Green Day. Grrr.

Maybe I should fake an illness. Or maybe I can talk my way out of going. Or maybe I can casually schedule a dentist appointment on that day. Wait, I wonder if my appointment at Dr. G's (the dental surgeon who's going to put my fake tooth in) is on that day? *crosses fingers*

I'm just not into all that cutesy leadership shit. All that 'fall backwards and let the person behind you catch you' shit. It's pointless. AND tasteless. And this stupid course is all because of our 'new settled minister'. Gawd. I hope this minister isn't weird.

I think I'm going to ask Dad if he can help me replaces the batteries in my watches. That way I can keep track of time during days of bullshit.

Maybe I'll sign up for the sushi-making course. Or tai chi. Maybe I can convince Mom that tai chi would be better in the long run than some stupid spiritual leadership course (which doesn't sound non-minister friendly ANYWAY).

I have also been trying to figure out how to change the template on Word '07, because my dad says there's a resume template. I'll have to ask him.

Ah, Smokey Robinson. I love this guy. And YouTube.

I also need to install my camera software. And see about getting my computer's power switch looked at.

ETA: oh yeah, I decided to frog my novelty yarn sunglasses case and instead make a scarf with the same two yarns.