subject: random rant because i have nothing better to do
mood: previously content
music: "yellow"--coldplay in my head
CPCetc: and that's when you wonder when your mum got replaced by a neo-nazi
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My mother and I are having a tiff.

Reasons Why This Is a Suck-Ass (in a bad way) Thing
1.) Whenever Mum has a tiff with anyone, she gets really bitchy. As in "Queen of All Bitches" bitchy. As in "You're-Under-Unofficial-Official-House-Arrest-Because-I'm-the-Queen-of-All-Bitches" bitchy. Not pleasant.
2.) Because she's put me under Unofficial-Official-House-Arrest-Because-She's-the-Queen-of-All-Bitches bitchy, I have no choice but to deal with her bitchiness.
3.) Seeing as I'm stuck here, she's attempting to turn it into this whole "bonding" thing. I'm sorry, Mother, but I really have no interest in being around you when you're being this bitchy. It's not a pleasant experience at all.
4.) I know for a fact that two doors down the street (which is, what, all of twenty yards, if even?), I could be having an absolutely rocking time. However, my mother's Queen-Bitch bitchiness is disabling this.
5.) The day started out so good, and now it's been metaphorically shat on by my mother's raging hormones.

Reasons Mother and I are Having a Tiff in the First Place, According to Her
1.) I spent the night at Marion's house.
2.) We "don't spend enough time together".
3.) I'm "blatantly manipulating her".
4.) She worries about me when I'm not home.
5.) We've been having too many of "these talks".
6.) I'm, apparently, apathetic.
7.) I love my friends more than her.

My Argument Against Her Argument, but Probably with More Colourful Language Than Would be Said to Her
Okay, Mum, here's the deal. You had children. Children do not remain children forever. During the time in which your children were still small(er) and impressionable, you told them that one day they would have to grow up and make their own decisions and fend for themselves (this being, hmm... what was it called? Oh yeah, RESPONSIBILITY. What the hell? Did I just use that word???) Your children have grown a bit and are persons who actually think for themselves now. What a novel concept! Yes, I know I'm still sixteen. Yes, I know that there are scary people out there who drink-n-drive and shoot at people's car windows and have a tendency to rape/molest/cat-call sixteen-year-old girls such as myself. I know that there are scary things lurking in the badly-lit sections of good ol' B-Town. But you know what? I'm going to uni soon. I'm going to run away from this town and get an life, a REAL life. And if you can't sleep at night now, knowing that I'm snuggling up nice and warm two doors away, what are you going to do when I'm x-hundred miles away in some shitty-ass dormroom with questionable person or persons doing God only knows what?
You know the reason why we never see each other? I have class from seven in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon. Most days, I have rehearsal from three to five or from five to seven. Or both! I have schoolwork for an AP English class so that, maybe, I can get a scholarship out of this shit-hole you call a town. And when I'm not either at school or doing school-related activities (which, by the by, you seem to support quite heartily because, at least from what you've told me all these years, education is an important part of this countries youth) I'm out with people my own age learning about LIFE. I'm being exposed to situations where I have to make decisions and learn from my consequences. I'm becoming a fucking ADULT. That way when I run away to that Uni x-hundred miles from here and am in that shitty-ass dormroom with questionable person/persons doing God only knows what, I'll have some idea how to deal with that and won't end up dead in a ditch from a charlie overdose or pregnant with a heroine-addicted baby and get AIDS in the process.
Look, I do love you. You're my mum! I dropped out of your twat for Christ's fucking sake! But, come on! You had kids! Kids grow up! I know you miss JPalm, and don't say you don't! You keep asking me what we do when we hang around and how he's doing and what do I know about this "Laura" friend of his. And I tell you so that you won't worry as much. But just because he's not here anymore doesn't mean you need to stop me from leaving home too. I'm not Justin! First off, I have a working vagina. Second off, I'm his YOUNGER SISTER! You've always said I have more common sense than he ever did, does or will, so why not let me use it? Why not let me go out there and take on things and be myself? I can be responsible! But I have to be independent first.
And I really wish that I could tell you about all the wonderful things going on in my life so that you could be happy too and not worry about me getting pregnant or hurt or anything like that, but I just know that you won't think they're as wonderful as they are. You didn't think the whole Jew thing was great, so how could you be okay with this?
I know you care about me and J and I know you want what's best for us. But we do, too. Isn't it time you let us see things for ourselves? Isn't it time we can ride around in the figurative convertible of life without the child safety locks? You gave us the keys, Mum. Let us drive.


Off to the lion's den. See you all later.

Kiri >^.^< ~...mew...