Okay so I had an afternoon(oh, no. More of an evening one) nap because I had a fight with my mother.
All because of dang dang miscommunication.
What. I don't get this "mother-daughter miscommunication" thing going on with (my) parents, especially my mother. What is she bragging about? I'm merely passing a remark and she got all worked up. What else can I do besides commenting and sleeping and eating and breathing??
And the old freaking thing was that every time we got into a fight, the next morning, we start saying warm friendly mother-daughter greetings, "hello", "morning" and such, as if nothing ever took place the night before.
Sighhs.
Okay so I've just woken up from a deep 3-hour sleep, reading the whole collection of Princess Diaries back for the first volume. Hah, you're asking how boring my life can be? Well, I'm telling you, this is only day 1 of the rest of the day I'm going to stuck in this place, none other than completing my holiday assignments(which was still at math, ugh), reading(I mean rereading) Meg Cabot's novels, consuming junk food that purely contains carbs that will in/directly cause me to gain weight(somehow, actually I AM, ohh, calling for diet classes pleaseee) and sleeping(an also another factor that leads to G.W.(gaining weight)).
I wish my happy moments in school could literally be brought back back home cause every time I had a good day in school, apparently, hinting that I'm having a doomsday later at home. It always appears like this, I'm telling you. How ironical.