I owe every ounce of immature meaness I have (and that's a lot, I know) to my mom. Must be from the way she raised me.

Today, my dad told me she wasn't even going to come to the awards assembly that she made such a big deal about unless I invited her myself. But she was sleeping by the time I got home from church this morning and she was still taking a nap when I left for choir at 4:15. So after all the church business was over, I called her from dinner. Dad answered and I asked to talk to her. He was gone for a moment, I could hear mumbling. Then he came back and said "what is it I can settle for you" and I said, "no, I just wanna invite her to the thing before she goes back to sleep." Then he said "well... she doesn't want to talk to you." That is so second grade. My mom is giving me the silent treatment. Holy cow. So I was like fine, whatever, and I enjoyed the rest of my dinner.

Then I came home, and I was thinking about what dad told me earlier today when we went shopping. He said it was his fault in reality that we left the banquet early. He doesn't like that sort of thing. And he also said it's his dream that I hug Mom and tell her I love her and then invite her to the banquet. I said dream on. Anyhow, when I got home, I went to Mom's room and I said "Mom?" No answer. Then Dad came out from the kitchen and I asked where she was. She was in the closet he said. "Mom?" "WHAT." "Will you come here and talk to me?" then, after about 2 and a half minutes of me standing, wondering if she was going to come, she slammed something down and came and stood and the doorway, and stared at me. "is that a no?" I said. She's like... "i'm here, aren't I?" I said, "fine, can we go talk without dad?" So we went to the kitchen. We talked for about 20 minutes. I apologized for part of the banquet because I found out it wasn't her that made me leave early. And she said I always snap at her, since January. I said, "exactly, since all state tryouts, when I didn't make it. I remember." and we argued on and on and it was terrible and we got absolutely no where and it was a waste of my time. She told me I'd been avoiding her ever since I started school in kindergarten. I don't remember kindergarten, so I suppose I can't promise I wasn't avoiding her, but I seriously doubt it...Circles and circles and circles. So I told her all the times I thought for the senior thing, and she's like "well I'm not going" and I'm like "fine, Mom. Really cool.I did exactly what you wanted, I apologized, and you still won't come." I'm at a brick wall! There's nothing else I can do!

So then I came upstairs. And I got in bed. And she came up a few minutes later and said "I found this" and dropped a sheet of paper on my bed. I got up after she left and turned on the light, and it's a letter, I guess mailed to the parents, describing in DETAIL all of tomorrow. Exactly the details she was yelling at me last night for not knowing. And she just magically found it, at 11 at night. Magic. Liar. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is a huge reason why I'm as mean as I am. Now, someone teach me the cure?