blogger will be the baiseur most day after tomorrow

I haven't posted in forever..again..this time it was partially my fault and partially the fault of blogger being a stupid fucker. it was really annoying, because it would be all good and working, and let me do everything, until i clicked "create a post" which is like, huh? isn't that the point of blogger. fucker.

Moving over blogger being a fucker. herm, now I've finally got to blogging, I really don't know what to actually blog about. Which is sad, because it's been like a week, have I nothing to say about an entire week of my existance? I've noticed that about blogging though, if I blog like everyday I can crap on about that day forever, but I leave it for a week and it's like onoz!! which bit to write about!! And I think I should have heaps to talk about, which leads to this epic mindblank. and a boring blog. Has anyone noticed how inconsistent I am in capitalisation. I should work on that.

Ok so I'm going to go with just talking about to day. Which will lead to bitching about my mum. She went to work at like two or something and so I watched how I met your mother for awhile and then realised I had no idea what there was for dinner, so I looked and there was like, nothing. And so I went onto skype and was all hello? except she didn't reply so I left it and forgot about it and then Joe rung and we were on the phone for ages and then my mobile rung and it was mum but I missed it and then I realised there was a message on it that was all GET OFF THE PHONE. which makes me mad. Because if she ever tries to ring me when she's at work and the phone is engaged she chucks a hissy and screams and yells and demands and says I'm grounded and all this bullshit, because I happended to be on the phone when she rung. And for clarification she never actually wants anything, she always just rings, because I dont know why actually, I have no idea why she rings. Ive never questioned it. But it's really annoying. Like she always rings 2 minutes before the bus leaves of a morning and is all "so your up. did you make lunch. what did you make for lunch. other such smalltalk. bla bla bla bla BLA." and I'm all "yep.yep.ham.yep.sandwhich.MUM WE HAVE TO GO" and then she get's all sulky at me. Anyway. So I got off the phone, and looked at the computer and there was about a million replies to my 'hello' on skype. that was like
hello. what ever it is no. hello. GET OFF THE PHONE. YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. ARE YOU ON THE PHONE TO JOE? DONT YOU HAVE HOMEWORK. I AM ANGRY. IM GOING TO RING JOES PARENTS. YOUR ADOPTED. I AM ANGRY. SO ANGRY. DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. GET OFF THE PHONE. PLAGUE ON YOUR HOUSE.
and I was all, overkill maybe? anyway, so i rung her and she was all ra ra ra ra i hate you hours and hours on the phone and I was all. I wasn't on for hours, and he was helping me with my pip. And then she yelled a bit more and hung up on me. which irks me so much. there are a few things which really really really get to me, and being hung up on is one of them. Particularly seeing as she was so eager to have this phone conversation. Which when I asked her what she actually wanted she couldn't give me an answer. which really just confuses me.
And ok he wasn't helping me with my pip, i dont care, but I also wasn't on the phone for hours, cos I'm pretty sure it was less then 2 hours. until it passes the two hour mark it can not be pluralised. Whatever, I lie when my mum's yelling, she doesn't know, I don't do drugs or any other scary things for parents that there children could do, I'm not going to feel guilty about slight exagerations/white lies.
And who even rings their 17 year old daughters boyfriends parents about a less then 2 hour phone call that if it occured while mum was home watching law and order in the next room, wouldnt have mattered? Seriously.
Somewhere in there I tried to throw a guilt trip about her not leaving me any dinner, or atleast telling me what there was that I could cook, which was a stretch considering a week ago we were arguing because she doesnt want me to go to uni 8 hours away, she wants me to go to uni an hour away because bla bla bla bla you'll be too far away what if you need help. And I was all RA I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF. and that uni is better for law, and I want to do law. And I don't want to do it at a uni with a less good law course which will take longer just so I can live closer to home, or god forbid stay at home while i do uni. Which I am not doing. Because I have been looking forward to moving out for waaayyy too long. Don't get me wrong I love my mum, but I don't love living with her all that much. I like independence. I have a crazy love for public transport. Because public transport means going where I want, without being restricted to somebody's car (or I could just get a licence, whatever, public transport gives me enviro points) people think this is weird. But I decided it's because I like independence. Or I'm weird. whatever. leave my public transport fetish alone.
Moving along. Anyway, so I'd gotten off the phone to Joe, been hung up on by mum and then Joe messaged me and was all your mum messaged me. and i was all WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! beware my wrath because if someone was in the room at that point and so much as looked at me I probably would've eaten them. maybe. I can't remember if I was hungry at the time or not.
and so i messaged back all the fuck? what did she say. and he was all oh just something about getting off the phone, she was only joking though. and i was all huh? no she wasn't. she really wasn't. she was being psychotic and weird. And why would it be a joke? He always thinks my parents are just joking when they are actually doing something mean and upsetting me and the last thing I need to be told is that it is just a joke. When my dad reads all the negative parts of my economics report outloud, completely skipping over the positive comments or marks, in front of my boyfriend and my stepmother it is not a joke, no one was laughing. It was my dad being a prick. And I don't get how these moments cen be mistaken for jokes. Where is the punchline of my mum messaging my boyfriend while she is at work to ra about us talking on the phone for too long.

Anyway, end boring rant. Joe just messaged me something about translating languages, which reminds me of a fun game I used to play. It's kinda like, chinese whispers for the lonely or something.

ok so I started with the sentence "blogger has been a fucker the past few days"

translated to french. then from the french result to spanish. spanish to chinese. chinese back to english

"blogger will be the baiseur most day after tomorrow"

HAHAHAHA. yeah that's probably not funny to anyone else. whatever.

and when did babelfish get bought by yahoo? man im behind the times. last time i used that thing it was all altavista!!

in the words of my 14 year old cousin, over and out rainbow trout. xx