Semi-rant:

So, I got a letter from Google today informing me that I am a State/Territory Finalist for the Doodle4Google competition. It was cool. I also went to the city after school today to buy shoes. They cost about 60$.
Got home, was tired, left Doodle4Google certificate on kitchen table. After a while mother left and so I put it in my bag so it's kept safe.


Ten minutes later after I had checked with the Doodle4Google site about what being a State/Territory finalist meant (it's not very great so I was a bit bummed):
Mother: Where's your certificate thing?
Moi: It's nothing important.
Mother: Where is it? I want to see it.
Moi: You don't need to; it's not important.


Mother then throws an outrageous fit about me not showing her so I walk to my bag to retrieve it, but Mother has already walked off after kicked my new shoes across the room. So I put the Google thing on the computer table and think 'okay, whatever, she can cool off' and went into the lounge room and played bejeweled on my phone.

Mother comes into the lounge room and rants about how I can ask for anything I want, but I don't even show her my achievements. "It's on the table", I say. "I don't care!", Mother replies. Then she proceeds to grab the letter and rip it up.

My older sister Ann says that she can't do that to my things and that she is being unreasonable. Again, Mother goes off and screams about I learnt to be such a bitch from Ann. I had the urge to shout "and where do you think she learnt that from?".

I decided then to block out her incessant bitching and concentrated on holding back the damn water works.


The really sad thing is that none of us are affected by Mother's outbursts. It's part of our daily routine.


Blah! I have been refraining to swear (too much) lately! Proud, anyone?
By the way, loving the song Waltz#2 by Elliott Smith.