brokenrecord | Entries tagged with mom

Hee. My mom rented the Battlestar Galactica mini-series and watched it and liked it. I've mentioned the show before to her and told her she would probably like it (she likes Doctor Who and she's a science fiction and fantasy writer, so I thought it would be something she'd like), but she totally watched it without any encouragement from me at all. Usually I have to make my parents watch DVDs of shows I think they'd like when we're on vacation or whatever, but she totally did this on her own. I am greatly amused by this. I don't think she likes it as much as Doctor Who or other shows I've showed her, but I actually didn't totally love the show after the mini-series either (I love the mini-series now, but it took awhile for me to get into the show and get familiar with the characters and the world), so I told her that it gets even more interesting in further seasons.

Anyways, I've been working all day, which is no fun. I woke up at 8 AM, ok? On a SUNDAY. That's just wrong. But I did manage to get loads of work done in that time, so it was worth it. I still need to study more for my abnormal psych test tomorrow and prepare for my Drugs and Society presentation, but I finished my part of the group paper I have due for Drugs and Society, and now I only have one paper left this semester! I am so happy about that. Only 4 days, and I'll be totally done with this semester! 2 days, and I'll be done with classes! I can't wait.

Current Mood: busy

Thursday night TV kicks every other night of TV's asses.

( The Office )

( Ugly Betty )

( The O.C. )

Supernatural was also kickass, but I don't really have anything to say about it other than that.

Anyways, yesterday I came home after Jazz Band before going to Andrew's house to hang out with some people, and when I got there I asked my mom if I could go and she was just like "What? Of course. You don't really have to ask. You're 18 now." And I was just like "...wha?" Because, yeah, I'm 18, but I thought my mom would be the type of mom who's like "As long as you're living under my roof, you're not an adult." So after a couple minutes of staring at her and wondering when exactly she had been abducted by aliens, I left and went to Andrews. Around 10 I called her to see what time she wanted me home, because usually she wants me home by midnight and she had been all... you can do whatever you want earlier, but I wasn't sure if that was just temporary insanity or she was actually serious. So I called and she was like "Eh, don't stay out too late" and I was like "...wtf?" and she was like "I'm going to bed at midnight. I guess try not to stay out much past 12:15ish?" Which is just... not at all her. And before it's not like she was ever... you're only 17, you have to be back by 12, it was more that she would worry about me and wouldn't be able to fall asleep if she knew I was out. But I guess now that I'm 18 she's no longer worried? It almost worked like reverse psychology, because I ended up getting home by 11:20 (well, that and I was giving Soan a ride and she wanted to go home. And I was tired). I mean, I'm very happy about this, trust me, but it's just kind of confusing me.

Clearly the fates of the world do not want me to watch Battlestar Galactica. Seriously. Last summer I had the mini-series downloaded and watched like 5 or 6 min but I was in a bad mood that day and wasn't interested in it so I stopped paying attention and then didn't watch anymore of it and ended up deleting it from my computer.

Now I'd like to try again, and I have the mini-series and the first 2 episodes on my computer. All morning I couldn't watch because I kept expecting my mom to arrive home with lunch (I was waiting from like 11:30 and I ended up waiting until 1:30 and then calling her and she didn't get home till 2:00. Such a waste of time waiting). Now, done with lunch, nothing to do, I sit down, watch the first 6 minutes, and my mom knocks on my door and tells me she has to take her car into the dealership right now and I have to drive in my car too so I can take her home.

Seriously. I'm never going to be able to watch this show because I can never get past the first freaking 6 minutes.

Current Mood: frustrated

Happy birthday to Jackie today! I will get you something at some point probably before your next birthday. :)

So, Gavin proved God exists in Chemistry today. It was pretty good. We're doing a unit on liquids and solids and we were discussing why ice floats in water (because of the lower density, but more specifically we were discussing the intermolecular forces and such) and he was all "So that's not common, right? Most solids would sink in their liquid form" and Mrs. Bunch was all "Right" and he was all "So that means that God does exist!" And so then the rest of the class just stared at him. I like also how he just came up with that and offered no explanation at all, as if that should just be self-explanatory and we should've all come to the same conclusion. It was rather amusing.

blah. My mom got pretty suck last week for a few days, and now she's gotten me sick. I feel all tired and weak and I was feeling queasy earlier and I keep feeling like I have to cough. It's very irritating. At least tomorrow and Wednesday we don't start school until 10:20 because all the sophomores have to take their California High School Exit Exams in the morning.

Prison Break tonight! Excellent. It's been way too long.

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: For Good - Wicked

Man, I'm so exhausted. I always look forward to the Band and Orchestra festival, forgetting how freaking exhausting it was.

The highlight of festival was seeing Annie. The rest was pretty sucky. At least it's over now. (Of course a year from now you can be sure I'll be posting "OMG FESTIVAL'S COMING UP I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!")

I watched the premiere of Doctor Who Friday night on the sci-fi channel, and wheee. When does season 2 start? I haven't seen season 1 since it first aired, last year, and I was starting to forget how much I love it. I can't wait until it gets through airing the entire season; I really want to see the season finale again. So freaking good. I also told my mom to watch it (she's seen a few episodes from old seasons but never really got into it. But she's a science fiction and fantasy writer so it's totally up her alley) and she told me she liked the first episode, but she wasn't sure if it was something she'd ever really get into. But she wasn't able to see the second episode because she had to go pick up my dad from somewhere, and I told her that it only gets better and better. So hopefully she'll keep watching and like it even more.

So much work to catch up on, but I think I'll do it while watching the Prison Break marathon on FX.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Slips and Tangles - The Weakerthans

I didn't make All Southern. [shrug] Oh well. I knew my audition wasn't that great. It sucks, but it's not the end of the world. Actually, the worst part is going to be tomorrow when everyone else has got their letters as well and most of my friends have made it (I'm assuming) and then I'll have to tell everyone 5000 times that no, I did not make it.

Yesterday I had Symphony, so afterschool I hung out with friends till it started, and then I didn't get home until 8 and I just studied for 3 hours straight for my math test. So, trying to catch up with my friendslist now.

Instead of telling me things these days, now that my mom found out what my e-mail address is, she just e-mails me everything. It's getting kind of ridiculous, actually. But anyways, so she e-mails my college counselor back and forth about times and stuff and forwards the details to me, and I read one and... she's just completely making stuff up about what I've said. It's bizarre. First she said that I claimed an interest in checking out USF, which, no, never said. But I guess I can understand that maybe she could think that. I mean, it's not totally unreasonable. But then she said how I'm starting to feel like the "right fit" might be a big school as it would offer the widest range of things to do for someone like me who isn't quite sure about what they want to do. Which, uh. wtf? I've never said anything like that. If anything, I've said that I'd prefer a smaller school. The closest thing I've said to any of this is when people ask me what I want to do or what college I want to go to and I say "I don't know" and they say "You must have SOME idea" and then I say "No. I really, really, don't," and they still don't believe me, and in any case, that's still nowhere near what she said here. I have no idea where she's getting this all from. It's just very weird.

Blah. Anyways. I thought I had more to say, but I guess I don't.

Current Mood: whatever

What with the hating of Andrew Truong in my post earlier today, I forgot to also mention why I hate the attendance office at school. See, to leave early from class, you first need to get a note from your parent stating why and when you need to leave. Then you take it to the office before school/during snack/during lunch before you leave, they take the note and give you a pass, and you show that pass to your teacher to get out of class. Well, even though this is the 3rd year of me having to do this for orthodontist appointments at my school, my mom still doesn't know how to write a proper note. She addressed it to Mrs. Moore, my English teacher, and then wrote "10 minutes early from class" rather than 12:50 PM. So, this was the result:

( Why I hate the attendance office )

Anyways. Onto TV.

( Reunion )

( Arrested Development )

( Prison Break )

How I Met Your Mother I watched but have nothing to say about. Kitchen Confidential I didn't feel like watching, so I'm leaving it till tomorrow or Wednesday. I don't think I'm going to keep watching it, though, because I really don't care what happens and it doesn't seem to have much of a... plot, I guess.

Heh. I found out that my mom's started watching The Daily Show. Next things to convert her to: Veronica Mars and Serenity/Firefly.

Current Mood: giggly
Current Music: Lily Dreams On - Cotton Mathers

I saw Campus Confidential. That was... bad. I mean, it's not a good sign when you're longing for Teddy Dunn's character to come back on screen (though that was kind of more because, while I don't find him hot, per se, he has really, really pretty eyes. At least when he was on screen, I could stare at his pretty eyes). And I usually enjoy cheesy teenage romantic comedies for their total cheesiness and because I'm a total sap and get all squee-y over the romances in romantic comedies. But this wasn't even cheesily good. This was just all-around bad. I mean, I found myself being all "Ok, next, Duncan will come on screen. Ok, now Missy will go all power-trip and drop Ren," and being right. ...yeah, also, I apparently am unable to separate actors I've seen from the first role I saw them in.

Anyways. Yeah. That was bad.

My mom comes home tomorrow afternoon (after I have my tenor lesson, unfortunately. I have to suffer through an entire lesson alone with him. gah. I'll just have to remember that come September, I won't have to have another lesson for 2 months. sigh). I love my mom, but I kind of don't want her to come home just now. I mean, she hasn't been away long enough for me to miss her, and I have so much more freedom with her not here and I'll miss that going away, and... no more full use of the car. :( I really want my own car. sigh. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I didn't go to school in an area where everyone's rich and teenagers get cars at 15 before they even have their driving permits. That's unfortunately not even slightly an exaggeration, either. blah.

Current Mood: disappointed

I fell asleep a little after midnight, which is good for me. But then, I woke up at 2:30, fell asleep pretty quickly, and then woke up at 4:45 and couldn't get back to sleep until 7:15. guh. I am dead exhausted. Sleeping is the one thing I hate about the summer. At least when school's in session, I can fall asleep easily and not wake up without being able to go to sleep for 2 1/2 hours.

My mom left this morning to go to Minneapolis. She goes every summer for a weekend to this science fiction and fantasy writers' convention because she writes science fiction and fantasy short stories. And since she's not about to take her car to Minneapolis, I have full use of her car all weekend. :D I am excited.

Yesterday was my first swallowing-therapy session thing. He showed me a bunch of exercises and I have to do them 3 times a day. It's kind of annoying to have to do, but eh, he bothers me less than my orthodontists do, so I'm more inclined to actually do what he says.

I really need to start summer reading. I've read the first page of 2 of the books and then got distracted and started watching my birds preen themselves instead of reading. sigh.

Current Mood: exhausted

( Watched QAF 508. Um, kind of long commentary. Slightly spoilery for future episodes at the end. )

So, thankfully, no spiders devoured me in my sleep last night, and additionally, I found none sitting on me when I woke up this morning. I finished cleaning the floor of my room. Or, at least, organizing everything into piles. Boxes of paper that I'm done with, piles of papers/photos/other things that I don't want to get rid of, a stack of notebooks, a stack of binders, a very tall stack of CD cases that migrated from my dresser to various places on the ground, a pile of socks (...so that's where they all went!), some book covers I used last year for my textbooks, 2 bags of various pencils/pens/etc, and a pile of 3x5 notecards. I did not see the spider anywhere. This is making me nervous, as I figure one of five different scenarios could have happened. First, it could've crawled into one of the 2 open drawers in my dresser. This is very likely, as it was scurrying in that direction when I last saw it. This isn't too bad, as I rarely go into those drawers and if I do, it won't be for months, most likely. Spiders don't have long lives, right? Hopefully by then it will be dead. Second, it could've crawled behind my dresser. This is also all right, as I never, ever go back there, and in my vast cleaning plan for my room over the next few weeks, behind my dresser is not one of the places I plan on cleaning. Three, it could've gone back into the box of papers where it originally crawled out of. This isn't so bad, either, as long as it stays in there. Four, it could've left my room entirely. I like this scenario a lot. Fifth, it could've crawled under my bed. This scenario is freaking me out the most, because the next place I planned on cleaning was under my bed, as there are many, many papers there. Then I managed to comfort myself by realizing that it's a small, dark place, and there are probably already several spiders living down there. ...this ended up not comforting me very much, and instead freaked me out more. sigh.

Anyways. Ended up deciding not to go to Irvine Stadium to watch fireworks and hang out with people. Don't think I ever was seriously considering it. I think I'd feel kind of awkward just showing up there, since it was only casually mentioned to me and... it didn't feel like a real invite, though I suppose it was. I don't know. I felt liked I'd have more fun cleaning my room. ...yeah. That's kind of pathetic.

SAT class returns once more tomorrow. I have a quiz and homework and I haven't even looked at anything yet. This is especially bad, seeing as I won't have any time to do anything tomorrow morning. I guess I should do that sometime tonight. hm.

( Random semi-ranting about my mom )

I need to make some icons. I haven't been making very many lately. I made a set of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind icons a few nights ago, but that's it. hm. I should make some more soon.

Started organizing my CDs. I guess I'll finish doing that now, and then do my SAT hw and study for the quiz.

Happy Fourth to all that live in the U.S. :)