Day 3

Okay, so this is the third day of my blog. I think that's pretty cool. My mom is starting to really get on my nerves. She's constantly bugging me about Winston (name has been changed for his protection) and how I am going out with him. She's bugging the CRAP out of me. Seriously. She's always accusing me of kissing him, and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. And even though I told her she has nothing to worry about, she won't stop! And now she's limiting my communication with him. I can't stand it. Sorry. Just had to get that off my chest. Anyway, today so far I have taken a shower, done laundry (my least favorite activity), and finished the book I was reading. I just realized that I still have to flip my calender to June. (It's still on may.) Argh! My mom is now nagging me to play duets with her. I HATE doing that. Yes mom, I want you to remind me that you're so much better than I am at the flute. That makes me feel just great. I hate chores. They suck. Do you think that I should be so pissed at my mom for trying to protect me? Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question. I know she means well, but I feel like I'm being smothered. And I hate not having my freedom. I like to be able to make my own decisions, something that she is not letting me do right now. I am trustworthy, and she knows it. I wish she would leave me alone.