Mother

My mother is out for a fight today!!! Everything leads to her shouting! And having a go at me. I have to zone out - it's way easier.

"Mhm."
"Yes, mum."
"I know."
"Ok."
"Yep."

All that and I have no idea what she's talking about. Probably asking me to empty the bin or clean the house or something.

She is a woman of extreme reactions. She said earlier that the untidiness of the house makes her feel suicidal. I said she was being a bit stupid. But then she started wittering on about Paul McCartney and The Wings and how they make her feel sick. I mean, really, she can't be normal. Can she?

It's official - we are living in a State of Emergency after Anna and I came to blows last night. At least that is how mum described it. I call it being shouted at and being shoved by a stroppy 16 year old and then retaliating. Something I wouldn't have done if I wasn't so darned PMT-ey! Well, mum phoned the housing blokey this morning and told him that we need a bigger house and soon. We've been on the list for a while, but they are hopeless. But the idea of sisters coming to blows because they are sharing a box room as a bedroom, thus proving that the house is too small for 6 people, shocked the man and he put us straight on the Emergency Council Housing list. And good job him, I say.

I am slowly going mad here. In fact, my sanity levels have become so low that I must resort to using sanity sparingly. I laughed hysterically for 10 minutes this morning in an attempt to save a little. Mum told me I was sick in the head. However, she is the one who was asked in a shop today if she was alright because she was clearly having a bit of a mental moment.

Just watched Emma - the one with skinny little Gwyneth Paltrow. She is pretty faced though. A rather lovely film, though I've never been able to get much further than half way through the book on my three previous attempts - and believe me, I did try. I was a little concerned to recognise one of my own friendships in the friendship between the dashing and jolly lovely Mr Knightley and our beautiful heroine Emma. But it is a work of fiction, so nothing to worry about.

I have discovered the joys of selling my books on Amazon. What jolly good fun. For an hour's work inputting my books onto the website I have already been rewarded with around £10 for two of my books have been purchased. And then the money gets put straight into my bank account - including a large amount for postage which doesn't all get used up. How wonderfully delicious.

Must go - I get to sleep in the bed tonight as Anna is out at her year 11 prom and will sleep on the settee when she gets back. She looked stunning, of course, but then she always does, doesn't she. Ooh, can you hear the bitterness and the envy? Really must work on that. Or perhaps I should work on trying to look less like a hobbit when in the presence of my beautiful siblings....

Good night.

Bored

I swear, if my mum tells me one more time that she's a Cambridge Graduate now, then I shall kill her!!! It was funny the first few times, now it's bugging me. And I have 2 months of it. Hahahahaha. Sorry, lapsed into hysterical laughter there. I'm not the only one. All the friends I've spoken to are going through the same thing. We're all too old to be at home now, but our parents are still treating us like kids. Hohum.

Spent the day in the house alone today, which has been lovely. Listened to the music I wanted to listen to, pottered around, didn't get shouted at. All wonderful. The job hunt must begin soon though. I need some money.

And now I'm sounding boring. As soon as something interesting happens I'll let you know.