January 12

if you hate the taste of wine, why do you drink it till you're blind?

Today was pretty boring. If it weren't for the countless hours of Top Chef on tv, I probably would have gone insane. When my mom came home she looked at me on the couch and said so I see you've done nothing. I replied "yup." As she rambled on in the kitchen about how I was home all day and didn't help her out, I just stared at the tv at a show I wasn't even watching. I went into the kitchen to put away the dishes and my mom says "so I see you got a B+ in anatomy..." The disdain in her voice was unmistakable. She goes on to say how I received all A's except in anatomy, all facts that I already know and have known for a month. I go on the usually rant of how a B+ isn't that bad and how I tried, blah blah blah. She finally says ok, I know anatomy is a lot of work and a lot of things to remember. Well then why did you even bring it up in the first place? I have always done well in school, with no help from my parents.  The way they baby my brother through everything is astonishing to me because I never got any of that. But they say have their own reasons for how they treat us differently, apparently I have always been more independent and of course my brother has always had adhd. Whatever, I know I did well in school and I don't need their approval of my grades or work I do. You would think that me getting into all of the ten colleges I applied to and getting into the nursing schools would deserve some sort of verbal reward, but nothing. It's always what I could do better and what I need to work on. I retreated to my room and I started reading one of my good friend's tumblrs. I think she keeps it hidden from most people, but I honestly love what she writes and I am interested in what she has to say. I think I might get a tumblr once I'm done with this blog.