Dormitory Madness

Considering I was up until 4am last night because of Noah, I functioned quite well during the day. Dad and I went out to buy my dorm stuff. We've gotten almost everything. I just need those huge storage drawers so I can put my clothing in them in an organized manner. I got a mini one of them for my desk and filled it up with those cute little stapler sets, hilighters, pencils, blah blah blah. It was fun going with Dad. But I hate shopping! Seriously, of all the things I really dislike, shopping must be on the top of the list.

Weird for a girl, I know, but it's always been this way. Like I told Mark, I hang out around guys too much, so I let them get away with a lot of ass hole crap of theirs and then I pick up some of their habits. In the end, it's good for me, I guess, because I know which crap of theirs to take and which not to and I can also sympathize (or empathize depending on the situation) with them as well as I can with girls. *Sigh*

I'm so tired. Dad is obsessing over Paul Brady and the new CD (and the DVD if we're at home). Arthur McBride is driving me insane. I love the song, but it's so long and he plays it over and over and over again. Even Lakes of Pontchartrain is beginning to drive me mad. Well, despite all of that, I still have to rip the CD to iTunes and get that baby down on my iPod because his other stuff is just incredible.

Nothing else happened today except before we left. I went into their room and asked if we were going to get the school stuff today. "Oh yeah," blah blah blah from them. Then they were talking about those stupid stretchy book covers for my brothers. Ok. I love those book covers. They never ever let me get them, so I never complained because they're usually a bit expensive and contented myself throughout all of school with the make-shift paper covers. I tried telling my parents that they don't have to waste money on the stretchy kind because the teachers don't care as long as they're covered and about 4 weeks into the semester, the teachers don't care at all as long as you have your book.

Then Mom gets all pissed and is like "Well, it's on the official list!"
"Yeah," I said. "It was on my official list, too, from Kindergarten to 12th grade."
"I never saw it!"
"That's because I always took the list and just made the paper ones. Trust me, you can save a lot of money and it's not necessary anyway."
Ok. Wrong thing to say. She gets all pissed.
"NEVER MIND!" she says and makes that gross face that makes her about 8million times uglier than she already is.
"Whatever. I'm just trying to help because I've been in school the whole time and I know how the whole thing works."
Then Dad pipes up and yells "Well don't help us! We don't need your help! We're perfectly capable of helping ourselves!"

Yeah, that just about did it. I was so pissed. I just went in my room and skulked for awhile, then got over it a little while later and we left. I still can't stand Mom, though, no matter what. Everything she does just drives me nuts now, so I just ignore it and avoid her as much as possible and try not to say anything or make any reaction. Dad is cool except for some times like today. He snaps occasionally because of stress but Mom, as you saw from yesterday, goes crazy murdering people over blenders or some minute trivial shit like smelling chicken soup.

That's all for now. Shabbat Shalom.