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Turn around, bright eyes :: Thursday, January 15, 2004 ::

Well...just had it out with my mom about, what else, Clay Aiken.

She kicked me off the computer (Even though I was using APEX, the physics thing) to send an e-mail to her Clay friends and I said no, I'm studying, and so she got mad.

And so I relinquished the computer and then proceeded to just lay into the time spent on Clay Aiken over the past week. And she got mad and sad "Do you want to lose that Europe trip?" (Like she'd actually do it...though at the current rate of spending, we might be forced to give that up) and so I said "Well, with that $8000 now in that charity, that might actually happen." And then she started yelling she could take away this, and take away that...and I yelled a little about the spending, and then we both shut up. So then I sat and simmered for a while, then closed the computer room door and told her the main reason I had done that was that because I got really scared to hear my dad say that the spending might affect them in that divorce-like way, and I think I FINALLY managed to trigger a "Oh...this might not be the best obsession in the world" reaction, because she actually said nothing while I talked to her. She listened with an expression equivalent to...well, it was the "Oh, shit" expression. Said I was sorry for yelling, I was a bit pissed over something she had said earlier (Which had made me want to stab her...seriously.) and the fact that if she hasn't been on the phone talking to Clay people over the past week, she's been on the computer talking to Clay people.

Life with my mom. Except I finally think I hit her somewhere about how badly this...thing...is affecting my family.

:: Nick Thursday, January 15, 2004 [+] ::