So maybe texting my mother while in speech class whining about why I hate people my age because all they're talking about are stupid little things (and it reminded me of high school) while in an all around grumpy mood wasn't the best thing to do. Which really I do. At 8 AM I don't want to hear about how you made a 15 minute car ride an 8 minute one because you were speeding and you almost crashed, nor do I care about your uncle drowning kittens. I do not want to hear your voice across the room when I'm possessed by the grouch demon!

So I started whining to my mom because Nick was unavailable and she told me I'm really cynical, lol then asked if I was depressed. I'm not depressed by the way, but maybe I am more cynical than I gave myself credit for. At least she can't say anything..its an inherited trait from her, just like my lack of being able to show emotion and my sarcasm and my sometimes cruelty.

I love my ma.