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Time:12:40 am
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Blarg, I feel like venting, since this is Jaime and I's venting community. Just for us, that no one else watches. Ha, funny stuff.

I leave for college on Monday -- crazy stuff. My mom has wigged out on me -- bad stuff. Hurricanes are scary, and I can understand if someone worries, but I always call her when I leave to go somewhere and yet I wake up to a phone call at my friend Jason's apartment from my mom freaking out because "she didn't know where I was" Not onnly had I been at his house for the past three days, she expected me to call, while we were hit with the hurricane because her area had all ready been hit. I'm just so sick and tired of my mom breaking down my neck. People tell me it's this twisted bird-leaving-the-nest syndrome all parents go through but this is not how I wanted to spend my last couple of days with my mom. Waking up to her bitching me out like a mofo.

I've been counting down the days till I move, which is sad. I just want to have freedom. I know she's looking out for me, and I respect every last bit of it, but lately it's totally getting on my nerves, which makes me want to move out faster, which sounds horrible. I'm leaving my family, and she's making me want to leave. She has these horrid mood swings ( which i think is early signs of menopause ) and it's I can never make her happy. She told her friend that I don't think about her or am considerate to her needs. I feel a 'every-parent-does-that' comment coming along. She told her friend that all i think about is myself and my friends and never about her or anything. Yet I stop by her work all the time to bring her food when she doesn't have lunch, or something I found in the mall I pick up because i thought she might like. yet I'm not considerate of her.

Well my excuse .. I leave for college, I move out on my own two and a half hours away. It's scary. And she tells me that she can't wait till I'm gone because then I'll learn to appreciate her more. I do appreciate her, just she doesn't cook, clean or anything anymore for me. I think I'm ready to do this 'by myself' thing, but I want to still be dependent. But lately, I just want her our of my hair.

- Jamimir
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Subject:Cute is as cute does ..
Time:12:39 pm
You know how between the grades of 4th and 6th, when all your buddies were saying the word that was cool, and ‘in’. You know nifty, spiffy, everything is ‘awesome!’. Well, we all thought that one day we would grow out of this habit, because we’re to old now to have a word that is cool to use. Unfortunately, it can be broken because we’re never to old to do childish things. And thus the word cute has fallen back into my vocabulary, profusely! Everything just happens to be cute to me, even if it should be interesting or funny. Some how that doesn’t happen and it just ends up being ‘cute’ -- even if it’s ugly.

J can vouch for me, and I don’t know how to fix this ‘problem’. Jaime consequently encourages my cute word fetish. ( You serious need to help J! You’re turning into Bobby xD ) It isn’t because of the lack of vocabulary in me ( in English I know what most of the words mean already when the teacher tries to explain them to the class ) and I probably could think of a million other words that would be an obvious choice to use, simple or not. But for whatever reasons there are I use cute.

Perhaps it will pass, perhaps not ( I still use ‘like’ when I speak -- valley girl-esque! ) But as of now, everything is cute. So another moral, and seemingly pointless tidbit of ranting/lecturing is that you are never too old. The question is, are you ever too young?

- Jamimir

[ EDIT, 3:30 PM ]: I'm not the only one, here. While at work, two older women ( Mid 50's to mid 60's ) came in and were browsing. I counted, yes, I counted that they used the word 'cute' 8 times within the 10 minutes they were there. 8! And it was describing things that were 'pretty' or 'nice', but they opted for cute.

I'm not a loner here! Maybe it's a disease.
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Time:06:43 pm
For the love of any god, I cannot figure out what the hell is wrong with my mother. Sometimes I just want to ask her that. She'll probably pull the damsel in distress shit with me and tell me that it's because she has menopause. Menopause my fucking ass.

My mother complains to me all the time that I don't help her out enough around the house. So after I took a shower today, I went downstairs to see how my mother was doing since she's sick. I see her folding the laundry, so I ask her "Can I help you with anything?" fully expecting her to tell me to help her with the laundry.

Big fucking mistake.

She got all pissed at me and told me that she didn't want to talk to me. Then promptly ignored me.

Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this picture? She's the one who told me that I should help her more, and when I do offer my help, she tells me to piss off. What the fuck?

Sometimes I feel like I have to be the patient one in the relationship, and not the other way around. My mother, mature? Yeah, right.

<3, Jaimir.
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Time:05:45 pm
Current Mood:aggravatedaggravated
Are you allowed to rant on Christmas Eve? Well, if there is some unspoken rule that says you can’t I’m breaking it. I don’t want to sound like I am the only one being hospital on this festive season, but petty things can really damper the mood. Thus I rant. And of all things church service.

My mother complained to me eons ago that she didn’t like the church that is nearby our house. We had attended a different one till we moved over the river. The drive the regular Methodist church was too far for any normal person to want to drive there every Sunday. So we tried the Methodist church that was near our new house. My friends go there, my boyfriend goes there, and I really enjoy it. My mother however, does not. And has simply stated that many of times.

So as it may be, like any church, they were having church services Christmas Eve. I intended on going, alone if it may be. On Monday I informed my mother I would, and she asked me the basic over-protective mother questions ‘ what time? how late will you be?’ etc. She also mentioned how she was looking for a church to attend tonight. I hadn’t thought about inviting her -- because she didn’t like the church. She also told me that if I go to the latest service, she would have to put food aside for me ( assuming that we were eating dinner late ).

Tonight however, I decided to go to the 7pm service instead of the planned 9. I had to work tonight, and I figured I would just go straight after work instead of waiting 2 more hours. I told my mom this. Then I told Debbie, my mother friend. She suggested that I invite my mom to go, because my mom disappointed she wouldn’t be going to church on Christmas. So I did.

Well she starts throwing excuses and yelling at me about it. That she was getting ready to cook dinner, and wouldn’t be ready by 7. And that I should have told her sooner. So she gets off the phone pulling a pity mood on me. I wasn’t exactly in the mood. I wanted to go to church and come home to be with my family early. She’s scolding me for that. Sorry if I didn’t want to go with her. She pointed out tons of times she didn’t like that church.

Ugh. Merry Christmas. Yeah, right. hope you all have a more pleasant one.

<3, Jamimir
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Subject:Bitches Will Be Bitches
Time:11:49 pm
You know people are bitches. They've showed it to you, they've outright proven it, and for some slight reason you can possibly think that they might change. Parents told me college changes you. Well, apparently It doesn't stop making you a bitch.

If you don't know her, then it doesn't matter. Just know that Stacey is a bitch. Flat out bitch. Those that do know her can vouch for me. She's bitter and was dumped on her ass by a guy that just didn't like her. She even complained once that it was stupid for me to pay to see my SAT scores early. I'm sorry, but it was my first time. I wanted to know. I think she was annoyed because I got better than her on my first try and she'd taken them twice. Her highest was a 990. Idiot.

I got accepted into a more higher standards college than she did. Not to mention the color guard is far better and has a way better instructor. She often quips at us on the team that know her about going to college and not having 'any friends'. You're a bitch, that's why you don't.

Tonight, a bug, a grasshopper, was scurrying around our floor. Girls were all screaming about it. I decided to go get rid of it. Taking the tip of my sabre I wacked at it, but before I could hit it, stupid bugger jumped away. So I smacked at it again. Stacey , whom has no life decided to visit and sit in on our practice, laughs and blurts out ' And you're supposed to be going to USF? Please.'

If my coach wasn't there, and she wasn't so far away from me. I probably would have killed her. Slapping her would have been more appropriate. Oh well.

So the moral of the story is, never count your chickens before they hatch. Or rely on bitches to change. They don't. You go and let them be bitter and feministic. You go have fun -- then shove it in her face. :D

<3, Jamimir
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Time:09:55 pm
.. testin.
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