Therefore, I’m going to try to vent more in an attempt to take care of my sanity. I would apologize for sounding like a whiny little bitch, but then again, who reads this thing anyways? No one, that’s who. Other than the amount of random visits I get from tagging my posts (which I can pretty much count with the fingers on one hand), this blog is mine, mine, mine, all mine! So no worries.
So what’s chippin’ away at Gloria’s sanity today? Nothing like her very own mother, of course. I don’t think I’ve directly addressed my grievances against ma mere since last year, when not only did I sound like a whiny little bitch, but I was one as well. All of my blog entries were basically directed against her, because we did and still do have fights just about every day. I let those arguments get ahold of my emotions, and if you were the type to judge someone based on his or her blogging habits, you would’ve thought that my mother is (I know it sounds awkward but she’s still alive so “is” is grammatically correct! I love studying SAT grammar hehe) basically the Creator of All Evil Known to Mankind or something. Admittedly, she’s not. I hate to admit this because right now I am incredibly annoyed at her (more on this in the next paragraph), but you know what? I need to give credit where credit is due. She cares. She’s excessively nosy, abnormally aggressive, and just plain ridiculous (I’ve noticed that I tend to use that word to address a TON of situations but oh well), but she cares. And I guess I can’t hate her for that, right?
Anyways, today I am extremely irritated with mi madre because of the first thing I mentioned about her: she’s excessively nosy. And when I say nosy, I MEAN nosy. She regularly goes through my room, desk, and backpack to check for things she wouldn’t approve of (i.e. random doodles, less-than-spectacular test scores, etc.), and she’s been known for demanding to see what goes on in my email/Facebook during the past. Can you spell “invasion of privacy?” Well, I guess I’ve been letting my guard down for a while now, ’cause I haven’t really been protecting myself against a privacy attack as much lately since she’s been pretty decent about letting me have my own space (or as decent as she can get.) Today, however, she took a turn for the worse.
While I was checking Facebook for who-knows-what, she silently tiptoed into my room when the door was open and stuck her nose right behind my shoulder. Upset with the fact that I was on Facebook, she began yet another one of her annoying part-lecture, part-yelling, part-whining, wholly-irritating tirades against my doing something that wouldn’t boost up my SAT I score by a million plus twenty-three thousand points. Honestly, I can’t even do my AP assignments without getting lectured about not studying for the SAT; it’s driving me bonkers. I then told her to get out because I can’t stand it when my privacy is invaded; it seriously is one of the few things on Earth that can automatically transform me from Happy/Chill Gloria (at least, I’d like to think so!) to Super Unreasonably Bitchy and Bipolar Gloria (I think I’ll compile a list of this later…hehehe.) She leaves for about 5 minutes and then comes back in the same fashion to snoop on me again. This time, I was on Sparknotes, but unfortunately for me, Sparknotes utilizes a lot of cartoon graphics in its layout, so she automatically assumed that I was “fooling around” again. The true purpose of Sparknotes has been an ongoing argument between the two of us for about a year now; she currently is under the belief that anything with pictures on it is not an educational site, while I constantly try to show her that Sparknotes is about school. Doesn’t work. Anyhow, I got pissed off again and told her to get out and stop being so nosy for about the six millionth time in my life. She stomps out, takes a shower, comes back 15 minutes later, guess who I feel breathing over my shoulder? Repeat this cycle one more time, except I actually bothered to shut and lock my door again. Does this work?
N-O. The woman freaking blasts my poor door open like a beast and is greeted by my tirade about how I freaking need privacy, goshdarnit, and can she get any more annoying? I don’t think so, but knowing her, it’s plausible.
I need to calm down. I’ll feel better tomorrow, I think. I would certainly hope so, as I’ve got quite a day ahead of me.
Gloria out.
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