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prettygoodyearToday is Queensday. Which means loads of orange everywhere, and a tradition of going to Amsterdam with the family. Today was interesting, because the day begun with a HUGE fight. Mom had called yesterday to set a time, but then this morning dad called, pissed, because they were waiting for me and I was late. Which pissed me off, cause I wasn't.
So then when I got in the car, I was grumpy, because I hate to rush. So then mom asked me about something and I said "Well, I thought I had another 15 minutes". Which then got her extremely mad, like crazy mad. It was insane. She was sure she'd told me the right time (she didn't) and then went on and on about how she can never say anything, does nothing right etc...Then she told my dad to stop the car so she could get out and walk home.
She really was having her moment.
In the end we made it to Amsterdam, but when I asked her if she'd calmed down a bit, she made a bitchy comment again. So I told her "Fine, whatever. Just trying to be nice here, guess not".
All was well not much later though.
Sadly the weather sucked this morning. It wasn't rained in over a month, but of course today had to be the day we got rain. And now that the day has come to and end, we have sunshine again...whatever!
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And so last night I realized it's been a decade since the wonderful meeting and chat with my tutor at the time. Made me nostalgic and had me dug up my old diary. Read some entries and couldn't believe it had been that long. At the same time, it didn't feel like those stories belong to my life. To me. To...whatever. That was odd. Because that diary was like so important to me for the longest time. Weird.
And so now it's Friday but it feels like a Saturday. Also interesting!
So then when I got in the car, I was grumpy, because I hate to rush. So then mom asked me about something and I said "Well, I thought I had another 15 minutes". Which then got her extremely mad, like crazy mad. It was insane. She was sure she'd told me the right time (she didn't) and then went on and on about how she can never say anything, does nothing right etc...Then she told my dad to stop the car so she could get out and walk home.
She really was having her moment.
In the end we made it to Amsterdam, but when I asked her if she'd calmed down a bit, she made a bitchy comment again. So I told her "Fine, whatever. Just trying to be nice here, guess not".
All was well not much later though.
Sadly the weather sucked this morning. It wasn't rained in over a month, but of course today had to be the day we got rain. And now that the day has come to and end, we have sunshine again...whatever!
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And so last night I realized it's been a decade since the wonderful meeting and chat with my tutor at the time. Made me nostalgic and had me dug up my old diary. Read some entries and couldn't believe it had been that long. At the same time, it didn't feel like those stories belong to my life. To me. To...whatever. That was odd. Because that diary was like so important to me for the longest time. Weird.
And so now it's Friday but it feels like a Saturday. Also interesting!
