The other day I went to Cheryl's house with the rest of our peoples. I was like the last on there to arrive (besides Brandon) and the last one to leave. It was nice, I love spending time with my friends.
That night I got a phone call, but you don't need to worry about that.
I didn't sleep that night. Not at all. I stayed up and watched everything Leslie watches. And a crappy movie (Along Came Polly) that I don't recommend. It really sucked. I listened to some music. I got addicted to a couple of songs from the Stokes album, Room on Fire. And sang some pretty vulgar lyrics from a Modest Mouse song (Black Cadillacs). I was almost hoping to wake up the family... didn't happen. I finally went to sleep at 7:00 A.M. the next morning. I slept until two. I didn't go eat lunch with the step dad's family. :x
My mom signed on my screen name. She had a rather embarrising conversation with Cody. Now she questions my sexuality (if you only knew Cody). She doesn't trust me at all. Not at anything. I can't even go to my friends without her asking a million questions.
It's standard protocol now... her asking questions. I'm used to it. I know all the questions, all the responses. I can tell her exactly what I'm going to do at a friends, how long, who else is going to be there, ect....
I don't know if she is faking all this as a joke, or if she really doesn't trust me. Oh, the things she has done to make me not trust her. And she has no trust in me?!?! Terrible! I could rat her out on so many things, but I keep quiet. It just pisses me off sometimes. Alot of the time.