She really does. I mean it.
She told me off today because a pair of jeans I got LAST YEAR don't fit anymore. As if they'd fit me now, they're at least one size too small for me!
She just told me off then because I was angry at her for telling me of for every single thing I do.
"Don't stand like that!"
"Don't use that tone of voice with me!"
And then after she's finished yelling at me, she acts like it was me yelling at her and she's the victim.
And it makes me want to go and jump off the roof. Seriously.
I'm going on a Scout camp next weekend, and I have to bring my own food. No biggy, right?
It is with my mum around.
"Take this drink bottle!"
"Don't use that food, it's dumb!"
"Air out your sleeping bag for a while!"
"Don't forget to find your bedroll!"
And then while I'm telling her, in a very nice tone, how my leader has no idea how to use grammar and therefore the notice doesn't make any sense, she calls me an idiot and tells me to go and do homework or something. So I came up here and am now listening to Katy Perry and blogging this blog. (aswell as doing some homework)
Thank God it's Friday? Yeah right.
-Rachael
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