My mom REALLY knows how to send my stress levels through the roof!
"Flavia, you need to finish your UGA things today."
"Flavia, you need to clean your room today."
"Flavia, make sure you finish your homework."
and me: "Mom, can I go to the library later if I have time?"
"No.... P.S., put the dishes away before I get home."
UGGHHHHHHHHH.

And, the only reason she insists on my room being clean is because some STUPID people are coming over tomorrow to look at our house because they might buy it. YOU KNOW WHAT? I'm going to make my room look dispicable, and draw on the walls, and make it uncomfortably cold in there, so they'll be uninterested. HMPH. HSDJGHHSDFG *CURSEWORDSCURSEWORDSCURSEWORDS* I do not want to move right now. There is way too much going on everywhere else in my life for that at the moment. And what makes it worse is that this happens every few months (someone wanting to buy the house), right at the times when I'm most busy and stressed-out. And then my mom is like, "Honey, we're not really moving, we just want to see how much someone would pay for our house."....YEAH, and my hair is not really brown, it's blue. Lies. I am seriously about to tip over the edge of this metaphorical cliff right now. Just add one more stressor and I'm going to get my first gray hair ever. At the age of 17. Great. JUST PEACHY.

Well.
Enough ranting, I suppose.
-_-

I had a dream where J, the guy I liked but then realized it's not working, confessed his love for me and gave me a pretty dress as a present. It was a Turner Classic Movies moment.

*sigh*

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ARRRGHHHH.
I can't pretend to be okay with all of this when I'm really not.