Feckin' parents.

Well, Mom ended up not meeting Colin last night. She went to get her hair cut at 2:30, and came back around 6. She wasn't even supposed to be driving because of the pain meds they put her on (good ol' Vicodin, no less), so we were about ready to call the cops and ask them to look for her car in a ditch somewhere. She walks in like nothing ever happened... apparently she went out with Evette and never thought to call and tell us. Gee, thanks. She let me go out to Denny's and see Colin after guilt-tripping me for 15 minutes...

"I'm just so scared that maybe you'll get into a situation you can't handle and you'll make a bad decision (1)! I'm just sooooo scaaaaared *sob sob* (2)! I feel like I've made your life miserable (3)!"

(1) Maybe I couldn't handle being offered a hit when I was fucking EIGHT, but saying "no thanks" is not that hard. You don't know how useless DARE is until you see my mom... the poster DARE graduate. In her mind, anyone who smokes up once in a while is hell-bent on getting everyone else high and lives in a box under the overpass. No bitch, they're normal people, and if you decline their offer they're far more likely to say "Good, more for me." Unless they're standing on a corner with coat pockets full of coke, they really don't give a shit whether you want a hit or not. If anyone wants to share their pot with you, that's a frkn' compliment, but again, it's not that hard to turn down the offer when it's coming from someone who's sitting under the table with lettuce on his head. You say no, they say okay, you both move on. I get into situations she couldn't handle EVERY DAY. She can't handle it if we decide to go to Denny's at 7 instead of 8. "Your plans keep changing! I'm in the dark here! I don't know what's going on!"
(2) No shit, Sherlock. You've been scared for my entire life. And have any of your little nightmares ever come true? NO. Have they even come CLOSE to coming true? NO. Two words, bitch: PATTERN RECOGNITION.
(3) Well, you have, what are you going to do about it? And even if I told you that you have, you wouldn't actually change your ways or anything. God forbid you should actually be WRONG and CHANGE once in a while.

It's a good thing Colin's good with parents, because if he wasn't, things between me and him probably wouldn't have lasted even this long (5 days). He tells me to at least be grateful that they care what I do, but I've known since middle school that if they didn't give a rat's ass about me either way, I'd be a hell of a lot happier. My mom has been putting her own worries ahead of my happiness for almost eighteen goddamn years, and I am fucking FED UP. "I don't want you going to Denny's just to 'hang out.'" Well shit, what the hell is Denny's for, then? You go there and hang out with your friends over coffee and shitty fries. After 10pm, the smaller smoking section (the "ultra" section) is like a club: you pretty much have to know someone to sit in there, and everyone in there is a regular and knows all the servers and everyone else in the section. When you're on a first-name basis with the manager and he knows you by voice alone, that's whan you KNOW you're welcome there and they want your business... stick THAT in your McDonald's pipe and smoke it. You can sit there all night as long as you keep eating, and watch people come and go, and get to know anyone you don't know already. Half the people there already knew me because of Colin, and I'd never seen these people before. "Oohh, you must be Jenna! You and Colin are sooo cuuute.... I'm gonna go throw up. Cut it out."

In conclusion.... I can't move out soon enough.