Five things:
1. Book rec! Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl. It's funny and heartbreaking and even a little genre blurring. At first, the narrator reminded me of Jessica Darling (UGH), but after about four chapters of her occasionally snotty narration and the five (on average) literary references she makes per sentence, I got used to it and learned to appreciate her. I'm crap at summarizing novels, so I won't even try (especially with this one, as it's really long and involved and I don't want to give anything away), so if you're interested, I linked to its Amazon page.
2. I'M GOING TO KILL MY MOTHER. At dinner tonight she was talking about how Obama needs to become the president so African American boys will have someone positive to look up to (because apparently he's the only black guy worthy of being a role model, according to my mother) so that they won't impregnate girls and not stick around to be the father. I was like... um, okay? She started making up all these statistics, I finished eating and left the table, and then she somehow turned that topic into a personal attack against me. How I think I'm superior because I got to college, how I "don't lift a finger unless it's holding a fork" (which is actually kind of witty--she must have read it somewhere), how I've lived a cushioned life and don't deserve the things I have. Then she starts going on and on about how when she was my age, her mother wasn't cooking dinner for her; no, she was having her parents over for dinner to eat with her and her husband (not my father). Which was a great thing to bring up, as he abused and cheated on her until they got divorced, which only happened when he decided to leave her. So by that time, I couldn't just keep taking the onslaught of YELLING without responding (I'm learning to use self control when it comes to her, as evidenced by my lack of entries complaining about her this summer, but I'm not that good), so I said--and it may be bad, and I know I shouldn't have said it, but seriously, it's all I said the entire time--"Yeah, you obviously made some really brilliant choices when you were my age. Please, teach me how to quit college and marry a lunatic so I can be like you." And then she ran outside and started crying. Jesus.
3. This probably won't come as a surprise after number two, but: OH MY GOD I WANT TO GO TO BACK TO SCHOOL RIGHT NOW. I'm still waiting for the management company to call and say my apartment's ready to move into. Apparently the old tenants (ha, spelled that "tennants" the first time around) only moved out a few days ago.
4. I may want to move back to Ann Arbor, but I really, really don't want to pack for it. To the degree of infinity.
5. What with all the night scenes and everything, watching Buffy on my MacBook really reveals how extraordinarily dirty and smudged the screen is. Ew. Nothing ever gets the stuff off, either, because it's that weird material. Do any fellow Mac users know any good tricks?
ETA:
2b. My mother just came and apologized to me, saying, "Sorry, I'm just having a melt down." Uh, yeah, NO KIDDING.
6. I forgot to mention this, but as a further example of why today sucks: I woke up this morning and promptly vomited. Three times. No clue why.
1. Book rec! Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl. It's funny and heartbreaking and even a little genre blurring. At first, the narrator reminded me of Jessica Darling (UGH), but after about four chapters of her occasionally snotty narration and the five (on average) literary references she makes per sentence, I got used to it and learned to appreciate her. I'm crap at summarizing novels, so I won't even try (especially with this one, as it's really long and involved and I don't want to give anything away), so if you're interested, I linked to its Amazon page.
2. I'M GOING TO KILL MY MOTHER. At dinner tonight she was talking about how Obama needs to become the president so African American boys will have someone positive to look up to (because apparently he's the only black guy worthy of being a role model, according to my mother) so that they won't impregnate girls and not stick around to be the father. I was like... um, okay? She started making up all these statistics, I finished eating and left the table, and then she somehow turned that topic into a personal attack against me. How I think I'm superior because I got to college, how I "don't lift a finger unless it's holding a fork" (which is actually kind of witty--she must have read it somewhere), how I've lived a cushioned life and don't deserve the things I have. Then she starts going on and on about how when she was my age, her mother wasn't cooking dinner for her; no, she was having her parents over for dinner to eat with her and her husband (not my father). Which was a great thing to bring up, as he abused and cheated on her until they got divorced, which only happened when he decided to leave her. So by that time, I couldn't just keep taking the onslaught of YELLING without responding (I'm learning to use self control when it comes to her, as evidenced by my lack of entries complaining about her this summer, but I'm not that good), so I said--and it may be bad, and I know I shouldn't have said it, but seriously, it's all I said the entire time--"Yeah, you obviously made some really brilliant choices when you were my age. Please, teach me how to quit college and marry a lunatic so I can be like you." And then she ran outside and started crying. Jesus.
3. This probably won't come as a surprise after number two, but: OH MY GOD I WANT TO GO TO BACK TO SCHOOL RIGHT NOW. I'm still waiting for the management company to call and say my apartment's ready to move into. Apparently the old tenants (ha, spelled that "tennants" the first time around) only moved out a few days ago.
4. I may want to move back to Ann Arbor, but I really, really don't want to pack for it. To the degree of infinity.
5. What with all the night scenes and everything, watching Buffy on my MacBook really reveals how extraordinarily dirty and smudged the screen is. Ew. Nothing ever gets the stuff off, either, because it's that weird material. Do any fellow Mac users know any good tricks?
ETA:
2b. My mother just came and apologized to me, saying, "Sorry, I'm just having a melt down." Uh, yeah, NO KIDDING.
6. I forgot to mention this, but as a further example of why today sucks: I woke up this morning and promptly vomited. Three times. No clue why.

Insane. Seriously.
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