JOURNAL: klinky (Gabe Hedges)

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  • taco taco, burritto burrito 2003-07-25 16:44:45


    Today, woke up, took Mark to a job place to fill out a application. Then got gas. Came home.

    Mom wanted to go shopping last night, I said I didn't, so I dropped her off. But about a hour later I got a hankering for cookies and went and got some. I also bought some stuff she needed (bread, butter, milk - YiiiHA!).

    So we come home, I get the groceries and deliver them up to mom today. Well I get in and she's like "BAD NEWS!! omg". I am thinking she lost her settlement. But no the bad news is that the lady said that she would give her a determination today, but instead has taken a earlier weekend. This is just what government workers do. It's not news at all. All mom has to do is wait. But she freaks out when she waits. No wonder I am so nervous all the time. She's a fuckin' ball of nerves

    She starts bitching about stuff. How she needs to call people. I am like "ugh, so you want to use my phone". She's like "well yeah that's a good idea". She was fuckin' hinting at it the whole time >_>. Then she proceeds to lecture me on how evil it is of them to make her wait. I already know this. I know all about it. She doesn't need to bitch to me about it. But she just goes on and on and I tell her to "Shut up and think positive for once". She's like "Oh I had a feeling they would do something like this". I am like "ugh you always have bad feelings about shit". -_-. Then she's like "Well I am usually RIGHT!". I am like "You need to fuckin start thinking in a more positive way, things will work out better for you." She gets upset and says "DON'T USE FUCKIN' IN MY HOUSE!". So I say "fuck you." and leave. Wham.

    She can go bitch to someone else if she wants to use their phone. -_-


    A little addition to yesterday:

    On the way back I saw this cute girl in a Taco Bell uniform walking down the street. The big thing tho was that she was carrying a kitten. X_X. That's like orgasmicly cute. ":o 
  • 2003-07-25 02:39:47 GOOD LUCKS TO THE MEXICAN JUNIOR AND TUTTERBUTTER ;O Have a wonderful time! 
  • Man I guess it's time I posted about my day. 2003-07-25 02:30:06 YEP IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN. I am going to bitch, or rather explain my day.


    Woosh ok ok here we go.


    Docters appointment for mom today. She has to get this statement from the doctor so that she can get her disability settlement. Which damnit I want her to get so she doesn't have to use me as a source of income.

    The idea was Klinky gets up there @ 1pm. Klinky wakes up @ 12:40. Klinky gets dressed and doddles. A little. Klinky goes out to car. Klinky checks oil. Oil is low. Klinky adds oil to car. Let's car run, makes sure it doesn't blow up from the added oil.

    So I then drive up. I am 20mins late from this. Mom's about to bitch, but I just say 'let's go, I had to add oil'. She seems ok with this answer. So we leave.

    On the way to the hospital I ask "Do you know how to get there?" - She's like "yes I do, I do know how". I am like "well we're right by my house, we're right near there, we can get a map off yahoo". She's like "Yeah I know how to get there.

    Bad mistake. So we're driving along and we get put on this one freeway that takes us in the wrong direction. Which is about a 50mph freeway. There's a truck in the left lane and some cars over in the right and the damn truck doesn't over take me and I can't over take the truck. I remember all those commercials about "hanging out in the no-zone". The no-zone is the blind spot for trucks. If you hang in the no-zone you could get side swiped. Oooh and be dead. The commercials for it had a poorly computer animated old dude on a hover bike gettting slammed into by a truck until is bloody body was unrecognizable. So I am like "No want to hang out in the no-zone. So I try to speed up to get past the truck. But as I do this we're entering a tunnel and mom goes 'OMG YOU'RE TOO CLOSE THE TRUCK!". I am like 'The truck has it's own lane". So I slow down, then she's like "OMG!" then I speed up and she's like "OMG again". After we get out of the tunnel and the road splits into three exits. She starts a lecture about how I should have handled that situation differently {eye roll}. While we're doing it I was doing a corner. She immediately got on my case about "Did you really know if there was a pedestrian". I was turning a corner onto a intersection with stop lights coming off of a freeway -_-. This would be the last place a pedestrian would be. {Grumble}.

    So we're in downtown Portland now. We're trying to get to the hospital through downtown. She doesn't know the way to get to it really from downtown either. -_-. She is a horrible navigator. She'll say "go straight" then right at the intersection she'll be like "oh we should have gone left!". She's a last minute driver and expects me to be a last minute driver as well. I am a new model, I can handle a queue of instructions. I hate doing things last minute because then my driving abiility suffers as I swerve somewhere or do something hasty. : GRRR

    The situation is not helped by the hospital being on the highest fuckin' moutain in all of Portland. There is a series of winding roads that slowly leads up to the hospital. As we dart around the outskirts of downtown, we get on a highway that allows us to get onto the winding roads. The winding road is a two-lane road, with basically a ditch on oneside and a steep drop off on the others. People drive like maniacs on this thing too. Which is just fuckin' great. Oh and the Killvalier with it's mighty 4cylinders of glory was struggling a bit up the hill, but it was maintaining the speed limit of 30mph just fine(;_; - such a good car).

    Some of you might remember, or I am not sure if I posted this here, but last time we went to the hospital in this car one of the coolant hoses broke. This was not sexy at all and caused a costly towing bill. I fixed the problem with my own hands ^_^. They got cut up in the process, but the fresh radiator hoses kick ass ^_^. We had no such problems going up this time and the car performed top notch.

    As we were nearing our destination mom goes "Oh dear, I don't have the money I need for a co-pay on hand". Apperantly she's suppose to pay $5 per visit as a co-pay. Tho she has no money. She hasn't been paying the last couple times and owes $30 or so. I am not going to pay $30 for her co-pay, but I could spare $5 if she really needed it to save her some greif. Of course she tells me this when we're up the moutain a billion miles from my bank with the only one being nearby being a wells fargo. : Which adds a $1.50 fine. Plus I have to get out $20 instead of just $5. : Blech.

    So I get ou the $20, then I have to go break it at a 7-11. I get a SOBE & Buggles! Nacho cheese flavor. When I get back to the car, mom wants to know the time. I check the ATM statement and it's something like 2pm with her appointment @ 2:15pm. Luckily we parked across the street from a parking space ^_^. Lucky! Well LOL, isn't that funny, but the parking space we were in already was one of those TOW-ZONES. So fuck :. Not where we wanted to leave the car. So doing some fancy manuevering I get the car in the legal parking space.

    I brought some pen and paper with me so I good wait in the car and doodle or make stupid things and listen to the radio. However, mom would have none of this. She wanted me to come in with her to be a witness, or to attest to her illness. Just in case the doctor had a problem with signing the document she needed signed. She wanted me to vouch for her. The only problem is I doubt I would have been much help. But I thought maybe I could possibly be some help. So I did go along. But I didn't want to and didn't see anypoint. I also don't like sitting in a office full of sick people with nothing to do but wonder if you're going to catch whatever they have. This does not make klinky feel good ;_;. Klinky just feels sick. However, I thought that maybe this waiting room would have some good magazines or atleast a TV! With either Oxygen or Lifetime on it ^_^ oh boy.

    Well we get there and OMG. No TV & they have TWO magazines. Here they are

    Golf Magazine
    Black Enterprise Magazine

    I chose "Black Enterprise Magazine", while targeted at the black auideience I still found it interesting. One thing was odd, there were quite a few grammerical and spelling mistakes in it >_> <_<. WTF? No, I am not one to say that black people are dumb, but why didn't they like correct these problems? : Shux. I am such a racist. I also have a problem with Black Enterprise Magazine, being only for black people. I guess anyone can read it, but why aim it directly at black people. Though I would say that the majority of other business magazines are directed at fat white men. So : I guess it all evens out. But business is business, what does it matter what the color of your skin is?

    Ok, but it was interesting atleast. Even if it wasn't aimed at my skin color and it helped pass the time. :O There were some spanish people in there speaking spanish and I was listening to it. Spanish seems very fast! I think I should learn it to convey my thoughts quicker :O Ooooh. But then there's that problem with most people speaking english and all. Shux.

    Well the appointment takes about a hr and I am reading my magazine and all. But it goes fine. She gets the statement she needs and we can leave. Of course since she was sitting for awhile in the doctors office. She's walking at a turtles pace. Since she's sick people. She really is sick and I don't think she could work right now. So we make the slow procession to the car.

    In the car, we have as much trouble getting down the hill as we did finding a way up it. Shitzle that was annoying. The once we were off the hill we had trouble finding a road back to Beaverton. This all culminated into me seeing a yellow light and going pretty speedy. Thinking that it was only a small one lane intersection I had to speed through I stepped on the gas to maintain speed. But instead of it being just one small intersection. I twas that PLUS A FOUR LANE FREEWAY!. Yipee. and the light turned RED right while I was in the middle of it all. Cars started moving, then saw the zippy cavalier speed through all of a sudden . HONK HONK. EMBArRRASSSING. MOM nearly had a heartattack. I admit it was my poor judgement. It was a bad driving day all around.

    So after that magnificent skill I showed. I had to turn into a school parking lot and get my thoughts together. And relax a bit sorta. We continued on down the road, but then realized we needed to turn around. Blah. So I pull into the left turn lane. There's a car coming towards us over on the left lanes that looks to be going pretty fast. Having JUST misjudged something, I decided to wait to make sure it was all clear. Also the Killvalier has touching left turning. I wait for the car to pass. Well MR. SUV bitcho-lot comes up behind us and HONKS HONKS. Fucker. I wait for the car to pass, make my left, he has to turn left to. I turn left onto this street that has a cull-de-sac. Basically I go down turn around and I am headed back up out the street as he comes down it from him turning in. Me and mom, both flipped him off. Real good. ;_; MOTHER SON BONDING. I did keep an eye on the mirror to make sure that he wasn't tailing us. But hopefully he won't be so honky next time :

    After that we managed to find our way home and back into beaverton. Mom started immediately on asking us to go to her house to see a movie. Blah blah. She always does this, we tell her we don't want to. Then she says "oh but I'll be so bored". Well it's not our job to entertain her. Then she says we never do anything for her. Of course I just drove her ass to the clinic. That was not big feat in and of itself. : She offers pizza, homemade pizza. I am not a fan of her pizza. But I was tired so, I was like, you give me pizza and I will take pizza, but I am not sticking around to watch a movie. She's like "oh why not.". "Cuz I don't want to".

    So basically I go up, drop her off, then I goto the store and get some pop for her and some for kthulhu and me. I go back and get the pizza, I am wrapping some aliminum foil over it when she suddenly happens to hit PLAY on the VCR(BTW it's Kthulhu's VCR >_> <_<, no we never loan her the VCR ever). I am like, "I am not watching it". Then I start to leave, so she stops it and goes "you never do anything for me, you guys are selfish". Something like that. I leave and say goodbye.

    Come home and eat the pizza. Then I relax a bit. Oh and apon arriving home. Mark tells me that he has to go in for a application filling-out process tommorow! So he may get a job too! If I get one, mark gets one. We'll probably be able to maintain our current living area. Sweet ^_^.

    After lazying around here for a bit. KNOCK KNOCK. On the door. It's mom. She's bored and her stomach hurts. She paces around here, looking for food. Bugging us to put on music. She's like "Why don't you guys make me a really nice CD". I am like "I don't want to". She says "You never do anything for me". BLAH BLAH. She lies around for awhile, gets up and looks for food again. Me and mark don't have much food handy. Oh oh, when she arrived she also mentioned there looked like there was a dead guy in a car outside near a bush. : She's acting like it's all important. OMG. There WAS NO DEAD GUY IN A CAR OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE NEAR A BUSH!

    Anyways. I ask her "you want to leave". She's like "I guess'. Then she gets back up and starts looking in our kitchen again. Obviously disappointed. She's like "You guys need to do grocery shopping". I am like "Yeah, I'll do it tommorow". She's like "well you should do it now". "I don't want to do it now, it's 12am". She's like "Well I can just run in real quick". "Well I wasn't planning on going shopping". She gets put out "You never do anything for me". She says, as I give her a ride home. ^_^


    I drop her off and come home, now I am typing this out. Isn't that groovy. Tommorow is application fill-out day. This week has been so fuckin :. Blah. Anyways. hopefully it'll get better. I hate being so busy. =


     
  • ! :O yeaaaaaiii 2003-07-24 01:50:11

    So today I met with moms Case worker. Stae Housing assitance. I don't like going into government buildings really at all. Well I am not really afraid or anything. Or something or I don't have a hate for them. Just they're boring. It's usually boring in there. Woosh.

    It was certainly boring. But before we get to that. I was too tired last night to do laundry and I barely had any clean clothing. So I! set my alarm for earlier so I could get up and wash some clothing. Well I woke up 50mins after the alarm went off. Or rather the alarm went off 50mins after I set it. I set it for 11am, it went off @ 11:50. WTF?. So I loko and I see "not enuf time to do laundry". I had to meet mom at her house @ 1pm.

    I set the alarm for 12:20. I might as well get more sleep if I can't do laundry. So I sleep. Bing, two seconds later. 12:20. So I set the clock for 12:35. This is what got me in trouble with work. ":O. Bad habit I have. The clock is near my bed so it's easy.

    "Oh klinky, move it across the room so you have to get up and turn it off". Doesn't matter. I get up, walk across the room, reset the alarm and go back to bed. Honestly, it takes about 1 - 2 hrs before I wake up. Even then I am probably not at my peak. Which is about 5hrs after waking up. Then three hours after that I start to feel tired agian. I just need to be more active I guess. We'll see if that happens tho :p. {Giggle}.

    So, I should also inform you of the reason I had to meet with the evil case worker. Well, I might be(most likely rather) moving in with my mom. Who is a queen psycho bitch. But that's besides the point. I was there because we had to prove that we were supporting mom for a long while. Since she's reported zero($0) income for the past few months, they wonder how exactly they're paying $11/rent, the eletric and phone if she has it. Well, we were basically paying it for her. So we needed to prove the fact that we were paying it. So we were using a stub from my unemployment check to prove that I was the cash cow. ":O W00t.

    The next thing on the list was to add me to the housings "List O' Adults living there". Basically so they can count my income against the rent and raise it so that we gain no ground in the fight on poverty. Also Kthulhu was going to be added too. But we didn't have a stub from one of his checks handy. :. So we were waiting until he received a check in the mail or a stub he requested from the unemployment department. :

    Well ok. I get up. I go take shower. I get out of shower. I check mail. No mail in box. I get dressed. I walk into Marks room. I see him holding check. I tell him to get dressed and ready because since he has a check w/stub he gets to come along. It'd be better to do now, than later. I tell him we have to be at moms by 1pm( the appointment was @ 2pm). I go into bedroom. It's 1pm >_<. DOH!. I need gas. I go get $5 gas. I drive up to mom's. Mom's not home. I drive back down to my house. Queen bitch is laying down the smack about "You're running late. We're going to lose housing, DON'T EVER DO THIS AGAIN.". She was just sitting there. Bitching and I was like "Ummm we're not late yet, can we go?".

    Also she says she knew where we were going, but I have my doubts. She says she can't remember shit remember. Yet some how she was going to navigate me 10miles. -_-. No thankyou. I looked on yahoo and trusted it's judgement.

    So we get in the car and finally we're off. :O

    So I drive like a mad man and finally get there, but like 15mins later. There's no parking near the building so we let mom off and me and mark drive around and park on this side street three blocks away.

    Up the street we walk in the scorching heat(well it wasn't that bad). So we get there and we tell the secretary lady that we need to go into the meeting with mom and Ms Caseworker. She says "oh it's right in there honey". I am like taken a back by the honey remark. The only thing I can think of is that she wanted me ... BAD!. Oh yeah. Hot secretary lovin'!

    So I go in there and the caseworker lady is in there talking to el mom. El mom has her hands on her face and is looking shocked.

    El mom informs us that housing regulations only allow one adult to be added to the policy per 12months. So basically it was like that movie, Sophie's Choice. Yah. Well not that dire. God that's depressing ;_;.

    So basically one of us can legally live with her and the other can stay for 14days. After that it's a violation of housing and everyone loses it. Mom can't lose her housing because that's like important. She doesn't make enuf($0 zero dollars remember) to pay for rent really and with out it. I wouldn't be dishing out $500 for her rent. No way. >_> <_<

    So basically, we tell them Mark is going to JobCorps. Which actually he's not. Since he told them no yesterday. But anyways. She's like yea hthat's cool. But what could happen is that Mark may go there and not like it and return and then be added to the lease because of some loophole or something. Or we can move to another location out of this current jurisdiction and they would view me and mom my as a whole family and add mark as one of the adults. Since it's one person, per jerisdiction per 12months. .GOV is looney. But oh well.

    So we basically put me down on the papers and stuff and mom acts kinda put out by the whole thing. She starts ripping into the case worker sorta about the government and wages. I tell her to stop it because teh case worker lady is not going to make things better. She can't do shit or change the wages. -_-. Mom will spend hours on bitching, but when it comes to sorting out stuff she'll get scatter brained.

    So while filling out the paper work, Mark makes a noise or a "guff" or a huff or something. A snide huff. A huff that tells mom he doesn't approve of what she's writting down. She was writting down Indian American on the "race" thingy on the form. Well she didn't apreciate this. But :/ Anyways. I don't think it's so wrong since she is part indian and stuff . Race really doesn't matter. But if you mention anything about Indians to her she likes to hop on the "I am a indian, this is MY country, not your white mans country" -_-. Something like that. When the case worker said something like "Well you'd think the goverment would try to have more compassion sometimes over matters like that, unfortunately they're not". Mom goes "My people know all too well about your governments 'compassion'". >_> Since of course the current governement got a time machine and went back and slaughtered all the indians in 1894. Or whatever. ugh. Just like the current German government went back in time to put the Jews in nazi camps. -_-.

    Anyways, so moms all like "I have a right". Then she starts going on about "The 7th generation, I am of the choosen generation. THe one where the Hopi prophecies come true". -_-. I said "mom that's a bunch of hokey pokey". Mark then goes that's a bunch of "hopi popi" LOL. Got lotsa laffs. Oh the caseworker was not in at the time during these conversations.

    I had to fill out a sheet. Or attempt to well sorta. But like I have bad hand writting, I know it. Once I wrote out a serial number on a piece of paper for my Tech Lab Teacher.... He took off his glasses, put them back on, took them off again. Then kinda hucked he paper at me on his desk and said "I can't read that". ":O I was SO EMBARRASED. 'Cuz some other kids were around. I was also volunteering my weekend BTW >_> <_< to install like 20 printers all over the school. BECAUSE I HAVE A LOVE OF THE GAME. Actually =. I did bring my World League Soccer CD, because I wanted to play it on a computer that would run it properly. Not my P166 2xcdrom ATI Rage Pro fag computer. That whole weekend, I kept looking for the chance. But it never arose. =

    Ok, so I know it's bad. I am filling it out. Which basically they want to know everything about you. They even wanted my acct# and they want a bank statement so that I can prove to them that I do actually only have 17cents to my name.

    So I fill this all out. Which is about 10 signatures to write. I got annoyed. I handed it over to mom and I tell her "I know my handwritting is bad, please don't comment on it". Well she starts reading it and 3mins later she goes "Your handwritting is aweful. I remember a long time ago, I have boxes of this stuff. You had pretty handwritting, since the comptuer came along it's just gotten worse". -_-. HANDWRITTING HURTS MY HAND. IT MAKES IT GO "OUCH". Mom's like "This is normal you're suppose to buld stamina". I was writting for like 6years everyday at school. It ALWAYS hurt. It's because I hold the pen/pencil wrong or something. I am not sure, but it HURTs like fuck. I can write about two sentances, then my hand has to wait for like a minute or two for it to stop hurting. Yeah it sucks. Also there is no grammer or spell check on built into Paper. Though actually I don't use them much often anyways.

    THANKS MOM FOR NOTING THE OBVIOUS. ALSO THAT TIME I SAID " MOM I WANT TO LEARN CURSIVE WRITTING." and you said "NO IT'S TOO LATE FOR YOU". Thank you.

    So I get the paper work all filled out and then we finally leave. Get back in the car. We're going to drive home. But no less than 5 blocks from the house authority offices, mom goes "OMG I FORGOT TO GET THE HOUSING LISTING!". Mom has a obession with moving. She always thinks that if she just moves somewhere her life will be better. I can just hear her salivating over different locations. "The desert! The Coast! The high moutains!" She'll jump around. Today she said she was moving to, the coast, then eugene, then vancoouver, WA then Seattle, Washington. Then finally when we got home later she said "I am not moving anywhere I don't think".

    She also had this thing where she could not leave the house the way it was. It was rearranged no less than every three months. She just get bored. There was one time way back when in the old place. That me and mark were sleeping down stairs. This was a town house BTW. So she gets the bright idea to move MY bed under the stairs. The stairs are hard metal stairs that have are not solid. There are gapes in them. Cheap ass stairs. So basically what would happen is dirt on peoples shoes would fall down on my bed. Then on top of it at night the way I slept, I would wake up move my head up and immediately have it hit against the hard metal stairs -_-.

    YikeS! not fun.

    Ok, so now we're 5 blocks from the housing authority and she forgets the sheet of paper. Which is probably like porno to her. So we turn around because she's gonna bitch if we don't. She doesn't want to go in and get it herself because she was walking like a cripple just 5mins earlier. That caused me and Mark to walk back the three blocks, drive the car in front of the building for her. So she's not walking in. We ask "Where are these papers kept". She's like "Just inside". I am like "Just inside the building?". " No" she says "On the 2nd floor to your right in the housing office, on the wall on the right. They may be orange or some other color".

    Oh thankyou mom. -_-. 2nd floor in the office on the right is really "just inside the building".

    So me and Kthulhu head out. We parked only a block away this time. We get in the building and up into the housing office again. So we see the listings one says "0-1-2 bedrooms" the other says "3-4-5 bedrooms". So I grab one of each. We go back to the car hand them to her and she immediately starts drooling over it. The paper is all white and relfective that it's blinding me as we drive and I run into a coke truck. >_> Not really. But the reflection from the paper was annoying. We're four blocks from the housing authority and mom accuses us of "YOU DIDN'T GET THE RIGHT SHEETS". Apparently the housing authority didn't place their stuff in the right place and when they put down "0-1-2 bedrooms" they really meant "0-1 bedrooms" and when they put down "3-4-5 bedrooms" they really meant "just 4bedrooms". Of course this was OUR FAULT. So she bitches at us and we're like "Well it's not our fuckin' problem." - "Don't use that language" she retorts. I go "well it's not my fuckin fault if they don't have their fuckin' shit in the right place". -_-.

    Blah. So on the way home we stop off at the store and mark cashes his check. We get some stuff to make noodles and sauce. Mom announces she's eating at our house. -_-.

    We go home. I quickly make the noodles & sauce. Also made some garlic bread. Yum! good stuff. Then mom says "I am ready to go home when you are". So I am like "OK! Let's go now!". She then goes into my room. Comes out with the porno(housing listings) and says "Where's erickson street?". Uhh "Why mom". "There's this house I wanted to look at". Just a few moments ago she sounded so desparate to get home. Now she wants to go apartment hunting. So -_-. The place just happens to be on the way to her apartment. So we drive along and we go up and then down the darm street and the stupid house is no where to be found. Ugh -_-. Waste of time.

    I drop her off and then I verify that I am coming up tommorow at 1pm! Yes. Again, because she has a docters appointment tommorow. She needs to get a statement for disability. This is about the 100th statement she's had to get from her doctor over disability. -_-. It's really irritating.

    I then came home and sat around. : Watched The Breakfast Club. Which was pretty good. Then I sat around some more. Munched on some italian bread. Sat around, listened to music. And now I am here.

    Oh it also should be noted that a job called and I have to go in and test for them on Monday. I think I'll do fine. I hope I get it. I don't really like Customer Service. But it's 10/hr. Which will be really cool, then me and mark can keep this place and hopefully I'll do something productive this time. Since in this economy and these times. Simply "working for a living" is not going to amount to SHIT. Thank you fuckin' society. : I was working full time and people around me were telling me "You gotta get in college!" "Why aren't you in college". I felt so proud of my stupid job, but it just seemed like "No you can't be proud because your job is shit and you need to do your shit job and goto college or else you're worthless". That's when I realized, I should start feeling depressed. And I did and eventually it just got worse. :P So I had to quit and thne life took many a turn.

    Now I am here and I am hoping I am not headed for shits ville again. But maybe the 2nd time is a charm?



    Edit on yesterday:

    Forgot to mention we returned 176 bottoles & cans to the WinCo bottle deposit/recycling center and made a cool $7.65. Which $5 of which wen in the gas. Also I bought cookies =o. They were really good.
     
  • 2003-07-22 21:07:36 Repeat of yesterday happened today. Oh gret god of mighty shit.


    I SAID TO HER A WEEK AGO "BEFORE WE MOVE IN TOGETHER, LET'S SPEND THE LEAST AMOUNT OF TIME WITH EACH OTHER".

    So she decideds it would be a good time to come down EVERY FUCKIN' DAY AND WAKE ME UP AND START BITCHING ABOUT STUFF.


    She has a habit of not remembering everything she wants to talk to me about. Instead of thinking about what she needs to talk about on the way down from her apartment, I think she just ditzs around and looks at squirrels or birds. Which would be fine IF SHE ONLY REMEMBERD WHY SHE CAME DOWN.

    Of course she wakes me up by thumping on the window.

    So she states one thing. Something really trivial. Then just sits there and I ask her "is there anything else you need to talk about here?". She's like "Let me think". This is what she says when she's stalling. :/ Blah blah. She'll think for 10mins and then she'll get up and rummage in my kitchen for food. I'll ask her what she's doing and she gets pissed at me for telling her not to eat my stuff. Either that or she'll bring up the original trivial subject again and start a arguement over it.

    Thankgod for crazy mothers. What would we do with out them. Then she likes to blame her illnesses on me. Stating "You guys never cooperate and just start fights and that's probably why I have so many illnesses".

    No not that she ate fatty foods her entire life, never excersised on a regular basis and is usually the one to start fights. :

    There was a time when she lost alot of weight working at this kitchen at Oregon State University. She lost like 75lbs. She then gained it all back once she stopped working there and her health has gotten worse since.

    She blames us about her gaining the weight back because we "never appreciated her in her thin state". She should have told her that she was "good looking" and say something along the lines of "yeah mom you do look good". It's not my job to fuckin' tell her that. I sure as hell didn't force her to start stuffing her face again.

    : Sheesh.

    Now she has this idea of not eating until 3pm. At which time she'll usually eat the wrong thing. Like "Rice w/ Mayonaise". Or deep fried dough of some sort. Who knows. :

    God she's annoying. she likes to leave cups half-filled with water on teh side of the sink that has clean dishes. I've reminded her that she can't do this at my house because I hate it when she does it. She STILL does it. Almost everytime she's here.

    -_-.

    Overall, I think living with her is going to suck. I've applied for two more jobs today. If I can get a job within a week or so. I am going to try to make arrangements with my landlady to stay here. I can't deal with my moms shit.

    What with her disability settlement coming closer and the possibility is very high that she'll get it. She may move away. Which will be probably the happiest day of my life. God that will be awesome.

    Also I think it'll be good for us to not have a fall back. Despite how crappy her place is. It is a fallback and I think it lead me into a path of "oh if something horrible goes wrong, I can always go to moms". It's nice actually. That's ok, if your mom was a semi-functioning member of society and not some psycho bitch.

    ugh.

    She's also racist. Hates mexicans and arabs. :/

    Anyways...


    that's my rant for today... 
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