Stressed

I know I stayed home today, but I slept most of the day and my mom stressed me out too much for the rest of it. I'm sitting there watching House minding my own business and Jenny and Corbin come home on the bus. I paused the T.V. because they tend to make noise when they come home, and I can't hear the T.V. when they talk. This wouldn't be a problem, except now, I'm automatically the "bitch" because I paused the T.V.

1). The show isn't appropriate for 6 year olds.
2). Jenny has her own T.V.
3). I just wanted some peace and quiet with my show. For an hour.

I decided to be the mature one and turn off the T.V. and watch it later (yay DVR). The minute I did that was a big deal to little miss spoiled effing brat.

"I know you turned that T.V. on at 3:15 because you knew they were coming home. You're vindictive like that."

... Yeah, mom. Who the hell is immature now? I love my mom, but sometimes... Yeah. I guess it's a teenage thing. Apparently my "time" is an hour long. Okay, then how come Jenny is allowed to wake up at five in the morning to turn the T.V. on, watch it until six p.m. and then eat, then watch more afterwards. When she's finally sent to bed, Corbin gets the stupid remote and watches football the rest of the night. This is why I record things; so I can watch them later. Except now I get yelled at for recording things because I'm "taking up all the space on the DVR by recording like fifty episodes of House and Dexter"....

Last I checked, I delete things after I watch them, and I only have 5 episodes of House and one of Dexter. Jenny auto-records Phineas & Ferb, Oswald, Dora, Blue's Clues, and other retarded shows that she can get on her own cable T.V. I showed mom the damn list and she says "Oh, I don't know how those get on there," and completely denies the fact that Jenny does it. Even after Jenny admits to it.

Is now the time I can say FML? Or does it really get worse? I know it's just a T.V., but I'm not a big T.V. watcher. This is the first time in a week and a half that I have even set foot in the living room. I need a job. Can't get one. Why? Mom's too lazy to "waste gas taking me back and forth." Apparently it's counter-productive. Sorry, I just want to be prepared for the real world mom. Stop being a hypocrite.

Sims 3 works again

I feel like crap today. Hurts to breath, major chest pain, sinus pressure, that sort of thing. And I'm nauseous, but I suspect that has to do with not having eaten since last night. (Yes, I'll go eat soon.) So I'm not going to school. This is okay with me, I have some people in each class that I can Facebook for assignments.

I finally got the Sims 3 running, so I might be able to draw a little inspiration from that. I realize this blog has turned more into a blog than info about how the story is going, but mostly that's because I've just been talking, and have been getting writer's block more than I should. At least I'm still writing some every day.

I'd also like to remind readers that this story is based off of my themeacy story on the sims: The Slate Themeacy