My parents are having a major disagreement. So now, my mom is taking out her frustration by lecturing me at least once daily and my dad complains to me as he is dropping me off to work. I need a pair of discreet earplugs. I want nothing to do with anything and they are driving me crazy.
I decide to cut up one ear of corn to make stir-fry. My mom says I need 2 or 3 more. She proceeds to cut it up for me. I thanked her.
I announce that I'm making stir-fry and I'm going to freeze the extra corn. My dad is bent out of shape that I'm going to put some in the freezer. My mom says its going to "cook down."
I say I don't want to make more than 2-3 servings. (I eat significantly smaller portins than they do. Maybe this is why our opinions differed."
My dad says I can freeze the extra. Whenever I pull something out of the freezer, I pick at it, and ultimately decide I don't want to eat it.
My dad says I should have steamed the corn and added the corn to my stir-fry after. I agree. Then I proceed to say its too late now that you made me cut up 3, and I wanted 1. My dad says 1 is not going to be enough because it would have "cooked down." I have so many other vegetables I'm adding, I'm not worried about there not being enough.
Next, I turn on the tv because I listen while I cook. My mom says "Are you going to watch the news? I'm not watching that dumb costume shit."
I say, "No, I'm not watching the news" and proceed to turn on Faceoff (aka the dumb costume shit).
My dad says that I'm being disrespectful and that my mom wants me to turn to the news. I hand him the remotes.
I put away all the food so I can leave before the situation escalates. Meanwhile, my dad is lecturing me. He says I'm disrespectful, I can't take criticism, and I'm upset when all they wanted to do was give me advice. To this point, I have not raised my voice. They are the ones yelling at me.
My mom goes upstairs, and my dad is upset that my mom left. He says its all my fault and why couldn't I just make the stir-fry. He say I should have just taken the advice and used all the corn.
When I do go upstairs, at first he says he is done with me. Then he proceeds to list chores he wants me to do, and reply I thought you were done.
Why did he wait until I'm leaving to give me list of things to do for downstairs.
I'm extremely frustrated right now. I'm staying in my room until neither one of them is downstairs.
Completed my homework 2 hours before the deadline. Cutting it close on the 2nd week of class. Not good.
I completed some school assignments today. I get stressed out before ever knowing what the assignment is, and then become relieved when I realize it's not as bad as I thought.
My boss likes me. (The context of like is strictly professional, for anyone that bothers to read this.) Maybe too much. I worked 86 hours over the past two weeks. The paychecks are great, but the fatigue- not so much. Win some, lose some. At least 'm no longer unemployed.
I feel incredibly unmotivated. Deadlines for assignments I have not even looked at are coming ever closer, and I cannot bring myself to care enough to do something about it. Grad school can suck my non-existent balls. I want school to be over already.
I'm such an idiot. Ugh!
New computer! With a webcam! No more putting up with my old computer's crap.
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