Saturday

I feel sorry for people who aren't only children, I think. My mother had like, 5 sisters growing up. And now when Saturday rolls around, she cannot entertain herself. At all. She hates days off, 'cause she gets bored. I don't understand.

I mean, yeah, I get bored. But I am capable of entertaining myself 98% of the time. My mother needs like, activities. She's like, a 4 year old sometimes. It drives me crazy, 'cause she's looking at me like I should be entertaining her. /things that are not my job.

I am perfectly happy right now, sitting in my pjs, writing. I've read three anna half books in the past 48 hours. Watched movies, written, watched tv, walked the dog, got in a fight.. yeah, I'm pretty entertained. And it didn't cost me anything. God, parents. They think everything costs money to have fun. What happened to the days when We could just play a board game and talk to each other. I hope you see the hilarious irony in what I am saying. Because it is hilarious, and ironic.

She keeps pestering me. Goddamn. I miss living on my own. I would almost take back my old job and get rid of my dog to live on my own again. Except that I'm really excited for school. I sent my requests for my transcripts in. I am excited. Although if I don't get in.. I will probably die, because I'll essentially be back where I was.. working full time and living with my mother. Which is severely uncool.

Severely uncool, I say.