Map the Soul - Epik High
I had a lot of interesting conversations today.
When I was watching some horror TV show, I saw the ugliest bug ever.
So I flipped. Not in a girly way though.
More like a,
Me: HOLY FLIP, LOOKIT THAT UGLYBUG. SAMSAMSAMSAM, KILL IT!
Sam: Where is it? -takes my glasses and puts 'em on and looks for the bug-
Me: There. -points- Hurry, before it falls on the computer!
Sam: -takes my dagger, pokes the bug- SHI-
Me: WHERE IS IT?
Sam: I DUNNO! -sees the screen, where a really creepy image shows up- Gee, you're scared of a tiny (it SO wasn't tiny) bug, but you're not afraid of horror shows.
It was an ugly bug, though.
And the bug got away. So I'll probably wake up with that thing staring me down from my nose...
Today, Mother dearest did the parenting thing and started talking about marriage. On the way home from our aunt's house.
It was like,
Mom: I used to be one of those successful single women with money and an expensive car...
Sam: Then you got married.
Mom: Yeah...
Me: Which is why I won't get married and live a successful and happy life.
Mom: No. I want a son-in-law. Hurry up and get me one. And a grandchild, too, while you're at it.
Gee, mom. Wasn't getting married what brought you down from your career?
I mean, my dad is chill and all when we find the time to talk to each other. But still.
And then she changes the topic to abuse.
Which increased my dislike of marriage even more.
Lubb you too, mommy.
And the song line in the beginning of the post - it's not meant in a romantic fashion.
Well, maybe. Who knows.
I've just learned that without Sam, I would have no one to kill bugs for me.
And without my mom, I wouldn't have anyone to give me weird, awkward lectures. Or rides.
Without friends, I wouldn't have anyone to do stupid things with. Or, I wouldn't have anyone to make fun of for doing stupid things.
7 more days until I'm eligible to get a permit.
5 more days until hell.
I'm staying optimistic.
I mean, I only have 18 Zinsser journals and a paper to write.
And a couple gazillion chem questions.
It's not that bad... right?
If your kid cousin is acting like a brat, use wii tennis as an excuse to throw the controller at them.
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