It's a sad thing when the only things you like at home are your computer, your bed, your clothes, your stuff, the free storage, and the occasional home cooked meal.  *sigh*  And that your mother has the mentality of a catty mean bitch.  You know the "it girls" in the movies...well that's how she's acting like now...mixed in with some random superstition.  I honestly don't know wtf is wrong with her...maybe someone hit her in the head really hard...or she's been exposed to some sort of radioactive stuff  because quite honestly she's been insane the past few days.  No...not like crazy, but so out of character.  Right now I think she's trying to psych me out.  It's part of her whole mental gimmick to like manipulate my mind.  I swear.  She way too bookish...and well she gets these insane ideas I guess.  Well...like a nice Alias saying...Like Mother, Like Daughter...Like Hell.  I hate to connect my life to Alias...but it is alot like the Sydney/Irina relationship after Syd found out that Irina lied (well actually Jack set it up...but made Syd believe it)  I have that whole feeling in my mind that she did something wrong...that she must pay...and that I am going to make sure something happen...but there's that little string...the unconditional love in a sense...the fact that she is my mother.

Haha...she jokingly threathened to "throw me out of the house..."  if I didn't sleep soon...what about the window?  I get to experiance the whole jumping out of the window thing...and I get the added momentum...and perhaps I'll die happy knowing that I've experianced one of the things I've always wanted to. 

I don't think anyone knows I have so much cash stashed up...it is known as the "runaway fund" you know.  :D