Having my mother around wasn't as horrible as I was expecting. She actually let me out, under the guise of "shopping for a Mother's Day gift". I almost moved out on the spot last night when my father told me she'd be staying home today. She's always so bitchy.
So, Dirk and I dutifully went in search of the goddamn Andre Rieu "The North America I Love" video. We looked everwhere. I don't think it's out yet. I don't particularly care, since to my way of thinking, all those concert videos are so similar that you may as well just get one and pretend it's from a different tour. I don't know what's wrong with my mother, and I don't intend to find out.
So, we gave up and went to Taco Bell. Dirk came over later in the day (after I dropped him off at his house so we could pretend I'd gone gift-shopping by myself) to mow my lawn. Yes, of course he did. That's what boyfriends are for. If you can't get them to mow your goddamn lawn for you, there's something very wrong with your relationship. Of course i cannot mow my lawn. As I am constantly telling Dirk (he's starting to believe me, too!), I am a "delicate flower."---The best way to get a good laugh is to say that then stick out your tongue on one side of your mouth.
After that, I blew some money on faxing my updated homework assignment for Intro To Info Systems to my professor. We were going to do it from the library, using my mother's phone card, but when we got there, it said that it would cost 4 bucks per page...fucking what? I had 4 pages to fax out, so that would have been a fifteen-dollar fax. So, we decided that disgression was the better part of valor and went to Parcel Plus. On the way out of the library parking lot, we saw Jason pull in...managed to avoid him, though. I don't think he noticed us--good. I could do without any more touching scenes.
Tonight, we went to the mall and looked around Spencer's. I found a clock I really, really wanted. It has two snakes intwined in a sort of reared-up position. I want it so badly I could piss myself. Too expensive, though, at $29.00. The snakes are made out of resin....I'd reconsider if they were real dead snakes, or carved wood or stone.
The add for that room Dirk tried to rent was still online...so Dirk responded to it, under my e-mail address, and told the bitch that he was a "professional woman". That got a response. She wanted to know more about me. Imagine that cunt lying to us and saying her "cousin" was going to be renting the room. Does she think we're stupid or something? Anyway, I might just post up her internet address so people can bitch her out for me. Or, I may just bitch her out myself.
Katie A- was harrassing Krisco online tonight. Krisco just signed off. Poor baby. Must be stressful, knowing so many people think she's a complete whore. Maybe I should forward her some of the anti-Krisco e-mail I've gotten from my readers.
Nah. That would be too petty.
I know I'm still behind on putting up that web ring thing. Bear with me. I'm trying to figure the goddamn thing out, okay?