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Okay. So, I'm 17. I live(er... lived) with my mother on 1.7 acres of land. There's my house, my grandmother's house and a storage house for the pool supplies and other crap. 20x40 inground pool + hot tub. In short: a huge responsibility for my mother and I.

So, my mom decides to move. She finds a $600,000 townhouse which has an elevator in the middle. It's really nice. I love it. So, when mom said "Let's move," I was fairly okay with it. My aunt suggest I bargain with my mother, so I said I'd move without complaining as long as she bought me a car(since I'll be living out of the district for my school). Mother said "Okay, sure. I'll get you a car."

We move tomorrow. As gross as this sounds, I haven't brushed my teeth in two days. Yes, I'm disgusted by it. But mother already packed away my toothbrush. It's in a box somewhere in the new house. I left my mp3 player in the living room. I haven't seen that since yesterday. I needed to get some music off it today. Guess that will have to wait. My English homework that was on the kitchen table? Some of my textbooks that I needed for tomorrow's classes? Packed and moved. My mother chooses one of the worse times to move and she's bitching at me because I haven't packed yet. She was packed and ready to go two weeks ago. I'm not. I'm a student. And she's bitching at me about it.

My bookshelf has 38 school books in it. I have a paper and speech to write this week. I originally had more work before my teachers decided to be generous and move back some due dates. I had to sit for paper 1 of my International Baccalaureate ITGS exam today and have paper 2 tomorrow. In French class we're filming a parody of CSI where I play the dead girl who is a cult member who worships cafeteria food. This role, of course, involves me wearing some of the more obsure clothes in my closet, hence why I haven't packed my clothes. I had everything that wasn't important boxed up a week ago.

But apparently, because I don't feel like walking around naked, smelling horrible, with bad breath, and no school work, I'm a lazy ********. Apparently, I'm supposed to go without having clothes to wear, food to eat, toothbrushes, soap, shampoo, and all my textbooks. My computer should've been disassembled days ago. Who needs a move date when you can just get everything done a week ahead of time? biggrin

Oh, did I mention that mother changed her mind? I have to use my savings to pay for the car, get my dad to chip in, then she'll cover the rest. So, not only do I have to put up with my mother's insane "I'll move everything ahead of schedule" s**t, I don't get the car as I was promised. Thanks for ******** me over, again, Mom.

/rant



I feel better now. xd See you all late Wednesday night or on Thursday.