Another thing I tend to do when I am writing anything is after I write a few sentences, I go back and read over what I wrote. I do this several times too. Obsessive compulsive much? See, I just started to do it again, but I caught myself.

I am waiting for my mom to get off the phone so I can update finally. Listening to my mom have a conversation is one of the most annoying things I can think of. Every other word that comes out of her mouth is retarded. I’m not just saying that because I am a teenager who can’t stand their mom. For example, just a few moments ago she said, “I don’t get why people complain about the air in the city. I mean, I know it’s polluted, but the air here in the country is more polluted because we have all this pollen.” Well, I don’t know about you, but allergies or no allergies, I would take a little pollen over carbon monoxide infested car fumes any day. Up there you might as well put your mouth over your exhaust pipe, and take a deep breath.

I feel like writing something actually deep and meaningful…eh, I’ve got nothing. I’ll just continue to ramble in the hopes that I will stumble upon something worth rambling about.

College. 10 more days if I don’t count today, and the day I actually move in. Move in….Ah! I am moving!! That’s something I have dreamed about since…birth? I keep getting the whole talks about “You are pretty much gonna be on your own now, and it’s gonna be a lot different than you think!” Well no shit. That’s why I can’t wait. The only thing I am hoping to keep the same is my relationship, and my pathetic computer life. But I like my pathetic internet addiction, and in college I get FREE high speed internet. And sometimes the friends you make on the internet are better than the ones you have in real life. People complain about their fucked up relationships, and I get to complain about my fucked up friendships. Well, thankfully that’s pretty much over with. But when I am in college, I don’t have to worry about certain people being in my business anymore. And I don’t have to worry about my mom spreading my business all over town like she apparently likes to do. Because she won’t be there to eavesdrop on my telephone conversations and listen in when I have friends over. She’s good at that. And she can’t misplace my things. She has to have everything perfectly straitened all the time, so she moves everything around in my room, and in the computer room (which is basically my room too, just an extra bedroom with the computer and bunk bed) at least every other day. She has a horrible memory, so she forgets where she puts everything. I lose things all the time, and it’s usually important, at least to me. But she can’t just leave shit alone. I am thankful though that she is not as bad as she was when my brother was at home. She was a freaking psycho. She always let his lizard and other animals he would get loose because he “Wasn’t taking care of them”, and he was. When he was about 15, he bought himself a $50 bee bee gun . While he was staying at a friends house for a few days, she gave it away to a 10 year old boy across the street. She said he was too little to have it. But I could go on about how my mom is….. Maybe when she gets off the phone I can post this damn entry. This is the longest one I have had in a long time….