Oh, For The Holy Love Of God, What Now?

Honestly, maybe it's just because I am grumpy and tired, but my mother is driving me insane. I mean, moreso than usual, that is. She keeps telling me she wants to talk to me about something, and when I say "well, what about?" (which I think I am entitled to know) she says she'll tell me later, when we're actually talking about it. Augh, that doesn't make any sense! Then just tell me now, you silly woman! That's what I would like to say, but I know I can't. Besides, I know it is related to one of three topics. They are a) my attendance at school. Oh, it's not that bad, I'm passing everything! b) how I "never" do anything in the house. Right, because doing cat litter and dishes everyday is nothing, among other things. Or c) How I am spending a lot of time with Kevin. Because, you know, heaven forbid I actually want to spend time with my boyfriend! And you know what, not that my virginity is any of anyone's business, but I still am a virgin, okay? The fact that I am an adult and I can make up my own mind about sex obviously hasn't occured to my mother.
Maybe it's just because I'm feeling sick today, or because I'm irritated, but I just want to be given some credit, and be trusted to make my own choices.
I'm sorry for the angst, I'm just in a rotten mood. One of those days, I guess.

Musical Quote of the Day

"He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans
For nobody

Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you
And me

Nowhere man
Please listen
You don't know
What you're missing
Nowhere man
The world is at your command"

-The Beatles Title: Nowhere Man