Posted on | February 17, 2011 | 2 Comments
Oh my GOD, what a day. I tried to talk Mom into letting me stay off school. I pulled that sore throat trick again because it’s not like you can prove it, is it? And I honestly thought she was going for it, but then she was like “You’re fine. You’re going in.” And cuz by then my little brother was making me laugh about something and I’d kinda forgotten to be all croaky and sick-looking, I knew the game was up.
So anyway, boring boring BORING day. As per usual. I had to finish this stupid school project. I’m presenting it tomorrow with this boy I have a HUGE crush on (but nobody knows about that). And tonight I started panicking cuz I was meant to learn all the lines to this skit we’re doing in our presentation. And I haven’t.
Mom shouted. She does that a lot. She shouted this morning too cuz I forgot to put socks on under my boots and she says my feet will get all sweaty without socks on. She says she’s been telling me that for years and I never listen. And she shouted because I forgot to sort my room before I left for school – like, opening the shutters and switching off the lights and stuff that’s so BORING I could cry. Like, who even CARES?
But her face really went hard and all kinda old witchy looking when I told her I had to print some stuff out for tomorrow cuz she had to spend ages feeding paper into the printer cuz it doesn’t work properly. Nothing works properly in this house. It’s old and drafts come through my bedroom windows and the insides of closets smell of old people and the toilet gets blocked. Mom says it’s vintage or something and she likes it like that. I think that means it’s from, like, the 18th century or something. That’s why when I leave home I want to live in an apartment, a brand new one, in Hollywood preferably. With Selina Gomez and my friend E as room-mates. And I’ll act and so will Selena and E will be a rock star.
Except Mommy told me tonight I wouldn’t even get past Middle School if I didn’t get a brain in my head instead of “fuzz and cotton wool”. That made me laugh. It didn’t make her laugh though. Her face went all hard again.
And then I really panicked about all I had to learn tonight, and I remembered I also have a science fair report to write and there’s not enough time left and I dunno how I’m going to manage to do it. Mom was sooo pissed. But it’s funny, when she gets really really angry she talks quiet and doesn’t shout at all. Seething is what you call it, I think.
Planet Sweetpea, Mommy calls me and my brain. She says I don’t listen and don’t remember simple things. But it’s hard. I told her tonight, my brain just doesn’t work like that. And she said “Rubbish! Everyone’s brain is capable of doing these things.” In that British accent of hers that my friends think is way cool but I just think is embarrassing.
I hate school. Well that’s not true. I love my class and I love recess and my friends are totally awesome. But I hate everything except reading and writing. Like, we had to try and keep these stupid plants alive this week as an experiment and I’m like, who even CARES? And I don’t have to do an experiment to know that if you don’t water something or if it’s in gravel when it should be in earth, it’s gonna die. Mom kills plants all the time. Our yard SUCKS right now, it’s so ugly. Oops! Mom and Dad just banned me from saying ‘suck’ cuz they say it’s not nice, and cuz my brother said it yesterday, copying me. So it feels kinda naughty to say it here. Tee hee.
Now I have to go tidy my room. AGAIN. Mom says she’s not letting the cleaning lady go in there any more, not till I can keep it tidier. It doesn’t make sense. Aren’t cleaning ladies supposed to do the tidying? But Mom says it’s not her job to tidy, just to clean.
I hate to admit it, but Mom has a point. Tonight I found a bag still not unpacked from my school field trip and that was FIVE WEEKS ago. Kinda funny though. Can’t wait to tell my friends about that one.
OK, gotta go. I hear Mom coming. Please don’t tell her about this and I’ll luv u 4ever.