Oh boy...

I found a new project since my mom hated my last one. This one is about oil spills, and it's quick, so I'm saved. Now all I have to do is research about oil spills, and I'll do that at the library tomorrow. This time I know that I'm going to the library, and to the Euclid one I wanted to go to so badly.

My hating all humanity spree has ended. I think that my science project being destroyed caused me to hate everyone and everything in my path. Most of the time I do hate everyone and anything in my path, but I don't show it as much as I did yesterday. I'm actually glad my science disaster happened yesterday, because if it happened on Thursday or Wednesday, I would of killed someone.

I just got home from play practice. Did nothing there as usual. My mom and sister are at Quaker Steak and Lube right now to get us some chicken. (All my family ever eats is chicken by the way, I love it) Later my dad, sister, and I will go see the new Ice Age movie. Personally, I could care less about the movie, but with these hormonal changes of teenagehood, I really want to get out of the house.

No, I think I want to get out of the house cause of my mom. Before I turned 13, she was cool. She was fun and stuff. Yeah, she would yell at me and criticize me. But now, every little thing I do is wrong. She always yells at me and barely at my sister. She rarely buys me any clothes, and when she does, if she doesn't like what I pick she doesn't buy it. Well, that's understandable, since she is buying the stuff. But still. It's like, she dislikes every move I make. And every time she opens her mouth I wish she would shut it. Instantly. I know my hormones has something to do with it, but come on. She thinks yelling at me is a way to motivate me and it's not. Everyone in the family (well, the sane people) tell her to stop yelling and stop being so protective of me and my sister. They say especially of me since I go nowhere and do nothing. I love my mom, but sometimes I wish she would cool it.

Well, that's about it. I'll try to write tomorrow, but you (meaning blog) probably won't see me for the next couple of days.

Whelp, bye