She's got a pretty smile cause of the poison that she hidesSo
So I was basically cooped up in my room till half past noon when my mom and that woman FINALLY vacated the premesis. That was after the woman had set our goddamned toaster oven on fire (you know you're not doing so well when you can't manage to operate a god damned toaster oven. Or rather one that hasn't been damned by god as I imagine a god damned one would be PRONE to flaming up) Note please the irony of my getting yelled at for possibly misplacing the milk but I'm supposed to just go buy a new toaster oven when my mother's friend sets ours ON FIRE. It's not that I want the right to be a complete asshole over a minor thing, it's that I the double standard.
A couple minutes ago I called my mom to ask what kind of toaster she wanted and she yelled at me to stop watching TV and go do something with my life. I found that odd because I thought maintaining what is, by most standards, a good average at a top notch university COUNTED as doing something with my life, but apparently it does not. Cleaning the house however DOES.
On that note Columbianet is finally back up but it hasn't been updated since my birthday so no new grades. I'm mellow though cause for a few hours I have no obligations and no responsibilities and nothing to look forward to or fear in the future.
Just me, Max Payne, and a couple thousand virtual thugs in the market for a lead bouquet.