Today started out great. My mom woke me up, we went and had breakfast, had our normal arguments, then we went for a drive. As we were comming back into Marquette my nose started bleeding. Not fun.
Anyway, Mom told me we were going to go to Wal-Mart to get me milk and a vaporizer because it was so dry in my room, which is why, says she, my nose was bleeding. I tell her that I don't need one and if she does get me one, I'm never going to use it. So she starts screaming at me, telling me this and that. I'll admit willingly that she is a nusre and probably knows what she's talking about, but I will NEVER use a vaporizer. EVER.
So the rest of the ride is dead silent, as my mom turned off the radio (I had a headphone in, but that doesn't really count). Then when we gt into town I got another lecture, this time being if I can't adjust my meal plan next semmester, then I can't stay in the dorms, and that I should, in my mom's words, "Drop that fucking class." (AKA Art and Arch. of Japan).
Needless to say I'm not in a god mood right now and am seriously thinking about not going to LARP tonight because I don't want to deal with a lot of people.
I need a hug...
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