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You wanna know what?

My mom is actually pretty cool.

She let me stay home for a mental health day. Yeah, she pissed me off beyond all reason last night and we got into a huge fight, yes, it got a bit violent. But, I really did need it.

Last night, she let Naomi sleep over. And guess what? Naomi, the one who usually hates ALL American music, ACTUALLY LIKED SYSTEM OF A DOWN! But, the older stuff, which I generally prefere, but I can't really say I hate all of the new CD, she really liked the song Marmalade, which is from the Sugar E.P. or something, but that's my favorite song.

And yes, she took my soda and my laptop from me last night as well, it's why we had a fight, and he doing that was a bit uncalled for. I wasn't even drinking the soda, so how could I have gotten full of caffiene? And then she took my laptop away because I asked her to leave me alone because she had already taken my soda from me and I was pissed/upset before then even. So, yeah, we had a fight.

Then, this morning, when she woke Naomi and I up, she let me sleep an extra 15 minutes, without major bitching, so, yay! And then I took my shower, got dressed. Naomi had to go to get to 0 period before I was out of the shower though, so I didn't get to say bye. Oh well.

Anyway, I went downstairs, ate my waffle, drank my soda and put on my shoes, then went out to the car, and I was on-time at that point. We started going down the hill, and she tends to drive fast down it, so she swung the car a bit on the swirvy little hill we're on.

I spilled some orange soda on my shirt on the hill. So we had to go back and change. Making us late, but to make it even worse, I didn't have any long sleeve shirts, and people kept pointing out the scars on my arms and legs, so I really didn't want to wear a tshirt. We couldn't find another one that fit me, and I deemed wear-able (I have some really, really, shitty clothing form years ago, that fits me again because I lost weight and stuff).

She got upset, and I got upset, we had some heart to heart about how the school doesn't get me and my ADD/ADHD, it's moderately servere (and I some how managed to hide it until 6th grade, most people with ADD/ADHD like me get found out by 3rd grade, I'm smart, hoyes), and that the 504 law I have doesn't cut it, now she's going to try and get me an IEP, basically a personalized 504. Hopefully, it will say that I don't really have to do much/any homework at all. I can dream, can't I?

At this point, she said I didn't have to go, and that I could take a mental health day, so I said okay, and she got ready to go for work. I put on a tshirt, and went to lie down in my sister's room, 'cause mine is so messy it scares even me. Which is bad. Very bad.

She came in, said good-bye, and I went to sleep. I woke up around 11, and got my laptop, and my iPod and came here, to Gaia. Feel special.