My mother is insane. like totally batshit crazy. and not in the fun supernatural fangirl way either.

She always calls me if she wants to know how late i'm staying some place. And i'm always pretty good at answering my phone. so tonight i go out, and i've checked my phone every hour or so because i know that i've been out a while. i figure that since i'm always out late with this group of friends, she assumes that i'm going to be out late. otherwise she would call, right? nope. i get home and she yells at me about how i should've called. she purposely didn't call me because she wanted me to call her. how am i supposed to know that. i cannot read her mind. if she wants me to call, i'll call. but how the hell am i expected to call when she never asked me too?

And you know what? I was all happy and chipper when I walked the the door. I had a really, really great day. It was a lot of fun. I went swimming in my friend's rich aunt's pool, then out to dinner, then to mini golf. I lost mini golf, but it was okay. i still had fun. plus i got a hole in one at the very last one. Overall, first really great day i've had in a while. Then my mom has to go and crap all over it. thanks so much.