October was pretty quiet, except for Mom's occasional outburst... Or, maybe not so occasional. -.- Was getting ready for this craft show my mom decided to drag me into. She didn't even ask, really. She just said, "We're doing this; make stuff."
Originally, I was going to knit up some fingerless gloves, but soon realized they take too long to make for such a short-notice thing. I managed three pairs, but I think I'll save them and sell them at a later time when I have more.
November. I turned 21. Twenty-frickin-one! I wasn't really that excited about it, but I DID get a new tattoo. It's purty. lol We went up to Traverse City too, for that beading weekend thing. It was alright, if I pretend Mom didn't complain and be a total killjoy most of the time. >.> She's so negative. *sigh* The rest of the month was pretty quiet.
Now it's December. I started my first math class through Argosy. *shiver* I hope I can pull this one off; math has always, ALWAYS been my nemesis. Anyway... I've been making Kumihimo bracelets (Japanese braiding) for this craft show, but now I'm not so sure I even want to be a part of it. I usually work in my room- it's where I'm most comfortable and I can listen to whatever kind of music I want without hearing my mom and her snide comments. I went out to grab a snack and my mom- who was working in the kitchen- gives me this death glare. When I inquired as to why, she said that MY CAT had made a big mess, and because it was my cat then, by extension, it was my fault.
Gimme a break. It's not like I put the cat up on the island with orders to pounce in her glitter. I was justifiably irritated; I mean, SERIOUSLY? Sheesh. So I just grabbed a snack and went back in my room to finish my bracelet. After that was done, I went out to see what could be done about lunch. She was still fuming, and I mentioned that I expected an apology. She didn't give me one then, and when I demanded (Yes, I can do that now) an apology, she said it the most sneering, unconvincing way possible.
Well, if she's going to be like THAT, and blame me for everything that goes wrong in her life, she can tackle this craft show on her own. I've got no problems walking away; it wasn't my idea, and she didn't even ask if I wanted to help. Apparently she's also pissed at me because I don't help her get her projects done. I reminded her that I have my own projects to work on- that was the deal, thank you very much. So she yelled at me for waiting until the last minute. Honestly, what is with this woman? Last I checked, none of her stuff was done either. I don't quite understand why my priority needs to be helping her make up for her laziness rather than working on my own stuff. She's never offered to help me out, yet she expects me to drop everything so she'll have more stuff to sell. *headdesk*
Well, she was pretty mad at me for saying that I wasn't going to help her if she was going to treat me like crap, but I don't feel guilty. I think I was in my rights to feel that way. She needs to learn that my world does not revolve around her, and that I'm not going to sugar coat everything and spoon-feed it to her like a child. She's fifty-one years old, if she can't handle me being honest with her by now then she needs to grow up and get a reality check.
*sigh* You know, I still haven't figured out what I want for lunch. Maybe I'll just make some rice or something. We need to go grocery shopping again, I think. Should probably get the dishes done too, before they get out of hand... Laundry needs to be done as well. ... Meh.
Ciao,
Lynx
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