Can't be bothered-ness

Do you ever get the whole can't be bothered-y feeling when you know your just about to finish something? Like, your reading the last book in your favourite series, but you just cant be bothered to read the last chapter properly, or when your writing your last essay for something, and you know you only have to cover a few more sub-headings but you just cant make yourself sit there and type it all out. Well, thats whats happening right now. I have my It Btec essay to do, and its due wednesday. Have I finished it? No. Do I want to finish it? Hell, yeah! But can I force myself to? Hell, Hell no.

Its just so boring. Its about crappy management information systems. Because our teachers genrally buggered us all up by not understanding how to run the course, we havent got time to faf about (is that how you spell faf? Jeesh, hard word much?) learning whatnot before writing about it. Oh no, we basically read a book, and writing it in essay form in our own words. Kids, dont take a new course, let some other idiots test the waters before you don your swimming cossies.

So, my mum's fine now. She doesnt have cancer, it was just a weird infection caused by the inhalor she was using to help quit smoking. Great. As if she need more excuses to not stop. Seriously, Im not going to even start. Ya know, about two years ago, all the way back to when I was in year 10, I ran away for a few hours in the dark. Reason? My mum wouldnt let me on the laptop. I know it sounds stupid, and hell yeahs it is, but Im a teenage girl, and I was 15 back then, obviously, and almost as hormonal as I am now. Im a human teenage girl, with hormones. Whatchya gunna do?

So anyway, the whole laptop aspect has always been a big issue since my mum bought one. for herself. That was my old laptop, back when it was hers, and when it actually worked. She bought it, but she didnt use it often, that is until my sister introduced her to facebook and free online computer games. Oh, the non-existant joy. Eventually, the laptop gave up. It was constantly overheating and turning itself off and whatnot. So, my mum bought a new laptop. Oh, the old one still worked, and she gave it to my sister to get my cousin, Martin, to fix it because he's all computer genious-y. A few months after mum got her new laptop, we finally got the old one back. It worked perfectly. Except the whole overheating problem melted the charger, so my mum went out and bought and new charger and hey! presto chango! (Lol, I used that the other day and thought it was pretty funny) I got a laptop!

Then, the new charger blew up. That was a month ago, maybe? So I used an old adapter, which worked fine until the laptop plastic disfigured around the charging hole. And thats why I have no laptop. Now, Im forced to share with my mum. Oh, and how fun that is! She places her metaphorically crowned cup of tea on the dining room table as if its a signal for me to give the laptop back. and then if that fails, she hovers. I swear she lives to agitate me. Excuse me, I may have gone insane, but her breathing annoys me. Yeah, I blame the hormones.

I must have gone insane though, if its not hormones. Last night, I just laid on my matress (Because I dont have a bed, lol) and my mums voice was all I heard in my head. Yeah, I must be mental. It was so annoying. It actually made me get really agitated, too. and then I dreamt about stabbing her. and that was too far, too too far. I woke up and slapped myself (Mentally ofcourse, not physically, I think im insane enough)

Its just like she lives to annoy me sometimes. I mean, I love her to bits when shes not all annoyingly depressed and complaining, but Im constantly on edge around her, waiting for her to say something. Its like she knows it too, that she goes out of her way just to make my life a living hell.

See, I know that I need a job, but my mum wont shut up about it. She always argues back too. I tell her I need to make a CV, but she says I dont need one, when I really do. She's all "You dont need a CV for a part-time Job" She hasnt worked for over ten years, as if she's knows! and then I tell her that its kinda hard to get a job in Swindon because of the whole recession thing. There just arent many jobs, and the jobs availiable are given to people who are older, more experienced and dont still attend school. She really believes that its just as easy to get a job now as it was when she was my age. Hello, Mum, that was in the 70's !! Get an actual clue.

Okay, so I guess I did start. =/

Okay, I think its safe to say that Ive just had a mother rant of all mother rants. I could go on, but Im not going to. Im going to go read that "How not to murder your mother" book. Okay, Im not really, Im going to make me some grub, because its 12;35, my mums still in bed and Id much rather be on Twitter and check emails. Anyway's, I just started reading the next House of Night book "Burned"

Now, Im really hungry, so, g'day.

oxoxoxoxoxoxo Hugs and sloppy kisses.


#RandomFact I was sat in the car, admiring my legs. I said something like "Becca wants my legs" and then my mum turns around and says "Youve got my legs" and then turns around. Somehow, I highly doubt that, mother. (If you knew my mum, you'd probally laugh at this.)