Ugh! Why do people have to be all up in my business? hehe, sorry, that just sounds ghetto. Chelsea would tease me if she could read this. Anyways, I should probably explain...
My mom is, once again, accusing me of being anorexic. She says that when she was 16, she was anorexic. Okay, whatever. Sorry you had an eating disorder, mom. That doesn't mean I have one! I am not fucking anorexic. I'm not even going to try to censor my language at this point, because, quite frankly, I'm pissed off. She thinks that just because I don't eat every minute of every day, I'm anorexic. I eat when I'm hungry. There's no point in eating if I'm not freaking hungry! She doesn't seem to understand that. I'm not anorexic. I watch my weight; that doesn't mean I have an eating disorder. Ugh. Whatever.
Another thing. She's trying to get into my relationship. She's always talking about Nick and I, trying to get us together, and all this other shit. Today, she told me, "You know what you can do if you want him to call you?" I was like, "I really don't give a shit whether he calls me or not." hehe, well, that's what I was -thinking-. What I said was the honest truth, "I really could care less, mom." She, of course didn't believe that. "That's not true. I know that's not true. If you really like him, that's not true." Well, I don't -know- how much I fucking like him. Grrrrr! I haven't talked to him in forever, and, I'm kind of beyond the point of caring.
Summer band is coming up. Fun. I'm trying to remain optimistic about it, but it's hard. I'm going to go into it with a positive attitude, ready to give it my all, whether I feel like it or not. I can apply one of my favorite quotes to the situation. "Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when it feels like all you're managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position." Stephen King said that. I really like it; I think it's seriously applicable to a lot of things in life.
I guess that's it for now. Another entry later, possibly.