transpao

So this morning I wake up at 5:30am I was so tired but I had this wierd feeling and it wouldn't let me sleep. i tried for about 15mins to go back to sleep but to no avail. So I talk myself into getting out of bed and checking my messages on my comp. I knew something was wrong and my phone was dead so I couldn't check the msgs there. Nothing... so I'm puttsing around for about five minutes and my dad messages me and tells me that I have to go pick my mom up and bring her to his office because she is really sick. So I do it.

She about drove me nuts saying every five minutes "Oh my back hurts" "Oh I'm going to throw up". I was like um... mom there isn't anything I can do I mean I just got up at 5:30 after going to bed at 2:30 so I could drive you to dad's office... I can't do anything else... but I kept my mouth shut for the most part. I'm pretty whiny too when I'm sick.

So she sees my dad and gets meds. I get a refill on my meds. We leave and drive the 35 miles back to her apartment. She wants me to stay a while because she doesn't want to be alone and sick. (I wont go off on how many times I was alone and sick as a kid)So I'm looking around her apartment and it's a friggin disaster. Those of you that haven't known me long and haven't known my mother wont truly understand this. My mom didn't just bitch about the house being clean she ranted and raved, told us we were worthless slobs, said she hated being there because it was just horrible... all the clutter everywhere. And okay so it wasn't exactly martha stewerts house but it wasn't nasty or anything. Mom's place had coffee all over the counter and cabnets, bread left in the toaster so long it crumbled when I picked it up. WTF... So I cleaned her house for her. She thanked me which was nice. She used to just yelll about how not good enough it was. I don't know what's happened to her. I bet I would be worried if I wasn't so damn selfish and angry.

I also found out some info while cleaning that I think is just the funniest thing ever... okay maybe not ever but quite funny. But it's personal and I really shouldn't divulge.

So now I am home. I tried on the way home to take my stuff by the recycle beens on campous but apparently my school thinks it is a good idea to lock everyone out during breaks. The dorms don't have bens because the complex says it would look tackie. Their stupid.

I am starting to think I am letting myself get a little to obsessive about somethings. Like recycling, and people, and the internet and I'm just really starting to think that I might have a serious problem. I wont go into all the reasons that I think it's becoming a problem, you'll just have to trust me or ask me later.

okay so I think I've babbled a lot about stupid shit long enough.