if you know me , you know that my mom is one of the most strict people ever.
And i dont mean "no you cant go to that party at 11pm , maybe on the weekend"
Its more like
"no you cant go out across town to get food."
She has problems letting go , clearly.
But i get her
Its weird, as i grow older
I kind of just noticed
but i stopped stumping my foot and i stopped yelling and fighting back
and just taken
itIf someone asks me to do something
I know what she will say whether it be yes or not
and most the time ,its not really worth it to even ask.
But that is besides the point
I feel like ive gotten ,older
I like it
I understand her more, i can actually talk to her
even though we're at each others troath all the time
and whenever were together, people always say "its only because she loves you"
I guess i still got that spoiled teenager look on my face.
Out of all of my siblings, my mom considers me her golden child (ha! right?)
but no, im going to make a complete idiot out of myself here and tell a little story that will make me sound gay beyond reason.
It was last friday around 7 , and my mom had been gone all day shopping (big surprise)
My dad had just came from working.
I didnt want to ask my dad to take me to the gym cause as usual , he was busy fixing something up
My mom on the other hand, turned me down with "i just got home im really tired"
"from what!? from shopping?!"
"I said no. im not taking you."
So , i stormed into the bathroom (dont ask me why..)
collected my angry thoughts, let them go.
And got my workout clothes, my mp3 and headed downstairs to the garage
And since my room is all the way down the hall and to go downstairs i have to pass her room
she asked me where are you going?
i didnt say anything
"rosanna, where are you going?!"
and i just kept on walking
and i heard her talk under her breath
"she just doesnt understand that i JUST came and im tired"
and bam , it hit me
i was pissed
but not at her
i dont think
I was more pissed at myself
because i WAS being a brat
i knew she was tired so why did i have to go make her feel bad about it
so i got into the galrage , turn on the treadmill , and start bawling
yes, im a pussy.
Not only did i workout my anger off, which fet gooooddd.
But all night after it i sat there, feeling like shit
wanting to apologize, wanting to say "im not mad"
but thats so corny it mightve like , killed me
Im not good at showing feelings , in general
Like true feelings of sadness and regret and remorse
I would much rather show feelings of anger, and act like a snob.
Even when i want to say thankyou to her i leave it as a sticky note on her desk.
Im terrible.
I know.
Its funny that my name, rosanna
is off of my mothers, rosa.
and im like , her fav child.
because my other siblings well , idk whats with them.
I think ive got my parents genes very well.
My moms a lawyer
(which reminds me! shes doing another case this month and is leaving soon! yayy!)
:X
ANYWAYS.
i think i have
even if alot of people might disagree
her knowledge , like
Im smart about stuff, like my mom loves to say
"she knows alot about what she wants to know"
I know how to make someone shut up , i know how to back my facts off
ive been told i often believe im always right, but what if i am?
What if other people just are idiots?
but t hat doesnt sound that does it.
My daddy.
My dads the nice fun one.
even though he always lies to me to get me off his back like
"yes were getting you those 1000 000 000$ "
anyways.
His kind, in all ways.
I drove to his work the other day when his new iphone arrived to surprise him , and since i was driving , one of his work buddies wanted to see me
But long story short, when the guy left
he told my mom that the mentioned before that he wanted a blackberry (what my dad was currently using) and my dad said he was thinking of giving it to him.
That reminds me so much of myself its insane
If i ever see someone in need, i feel like trowing myself at them and giving them everything
even if its something i need, or could keep around
just because i cant help it, i dont like other people to be sad or in need
thats why ive always to be 2 things ,ever since i can remember
makeup artist , or a therapist.
I like to make people, no , i WANT
to make people feel good about themselfs
i dont think anyone , ANYONE should go in this world feeling bad
i hate to feel it , i dont want anybody else to feel bad
and i know this clashes with the way i act sometimes
i can judge someone quick and make a joke
but unlss they were nasty , i wouldnt want to tell to or for them to hear
if i knew that it would honestly hurt their feelings and like follow them around
i would never say anything hurtful
dammit.
i need to blog about yesterday to follow up on this nice people stuff , but ive done soo much
grrr.
Ill resume.
Me my mom and sister went shopping
we were hitting up marshalls for a last minute thing
when we come out , batterys fucking dead!
some dude jumps out car.
but it doesnt go far bc the fucking thing stops in a turn in the highway
which was insane
super stressful
so we were waiting for my dad to get here , it was salisbury and thats like half an hour away
so we just had to sit there and feel like hell
But this group of , may i say it.
CUTEEEE. guys offer my mom to push our car to walmart.
and they do , it was funny yet soso so cute.
they were all like dying.
And we waited at walmart for awhile and they even stopped to check on us!
aw!
people like that make me smile.
And people like that should get a huge gold medal for being amazing.
i secretly missed them all night.
Its cute because, none of the douchebags i know would do something like that.
theres hope, theres hope.
And i dont feel like bloggging about this anymoreee!
so ill do it fast.
But the battery was fucked up , well the charger of it was fucked.
So we had to stop a million times , (or like 4)
to recharge the car
it was scary , you never knew when the lights were going to go out and the car was going to stop.
But my parents , everytime we stopped
as frustrating and scary and dangerous as it was
they managed to joke about it.
and smile and be stupid.
it was cute
even though it was a ride from hell!
it makes me sad though.
Because even though it was my sisters car, i like riding it the most :(
its very steady, though i think green is a hideous color to put it in a car.
and the pretty one, the daewoo

Makes me feel like im going to wreck ,all the time.
Its too "smooth" , its too easy going
I liked the chevy because it was kinda , like hard to ride, like itwouldnt slide anywhere.
But even though my dad can fix it, im going to have to say bye to youu.
and get used to the daewoo.
I liked this.
