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Getting My Hate On
Mar. 22nd, 2009 05:15 amI wish someone stupid would pick a fight with me so I could yell at them. Or that I had something heavy and breakable I could throw at something else. Or a machine gun.
I know I'm being a total bitch today, but I can't seem to help myself. I spent an hour and a half this morning 'helping' my dad install a ceiling fan, which was just an exercise in futility, since he can't take directions and assumes that when he can't figure out how something goes together, it's because the directions are wrong. I finally had to remove myself from the whole process to keep from yelling at him or having something dropped on my head (like the ceiling fan).
After I retreated to my room, I managed to get into a fight with my mom on two successive phone calls over my financial aid forms. I hate doing the FAFSA - not only is it a tremendous pain in the ass, but filling it out always, always ends in my mom and I screaming at each other. So much fun! This time it was..complicated. To wit: I told her months ago that I was going to need her tax info to fill it out, and several times over the last few weeks I've mentioned that doing it is one of the big things I really want to get done while I'm home for break. I also need to do it on a weekend; my mom and I aren't going to be able to meet up somewhere with internet access, so we have to do it over the phone, and I don't want to use my weekday minutes if I don't have to.
So of course when I said, hey, it's Sunday, do you have twenty minutes to do this with me, she told me she doesn't have her taxes done. So no go on that. And argh, I really hate when she does the whole 'I haven't done anything wrong, you just have unreasonable expectations of me' thing to try and guilt trip me out of being mad at her. Even if I'm not being that mature over this, it's still bullshit.
So right now I'm hiding in my room, reading comics and waiting until I feel less like stabbing people for no reason. Grrrrrrr.
I know I'm being a total bitch today, but I can't seem to help myself. I spent an hour and a half this morning 'helping' my dad install a ceiling fan, which was just an exercise in futility, since he can't take directions and assumes that when he can't figure out how something goes together, it's because the directions are wrong. I finally had to remove myself from the whole process to keep from yelling at him or having something dropped on my head (like the ceiling fan).
After I retreated to my room, I managed to get into a fight with my mom on two successive phone calls over my financial aid forms. I hate doing the FAFSA - not only is it a tremendous pain in the ass, but filling it out always, always ends in my mom and I screaming at each other. So much fun! This time it was..complicated. To wit: I told her months ago that I was going to need her tax info to fill it out, and several times over the last few weeks I've mentioned that doing it is one of the big things I really want to get done while I'm home for break. I also need to do it on a weekend; my mom and I aren't going to be able to meet up somewhere with internet access, so we have to do it over the phone, and I don't want to use my weekday minutes if I don't have to.
So of course when I said, hey, it's Sunday, do you have twenty minutes to do this with me, she told me she doesn't have her taxes done. So no go on that. And argh, I really hate when she does the whole 'I haven't done anything wrong, you just have unreasonable expectations of me' thing to try and guilt trip me out of being mad at her. Even if I'm not being that mature over this, it's still bullshit.
So right now I'm hiding in my room, reading comics and waiting until I feel less like stabbing people for no reason. Grrrrrrr.
