bending_sickle | No tyrant in the whole history of the world had ever achieved a domination so complete.* (Reply)

Studies: I finished writing my thesis yesterday! \o/ It's all written down and neat and pretty. I've still got to do the databases (one of which, the lion observation sheets, will take aaaaages because now I know which lions they are) and a presentation next Monday (cue panic!), but that's pretty much it! The whole thing stands at 110 pages, although the actual article itself, without tables of contents (there are many) and appendices (of which there are too many), stands at 42 pages and 10,406 words.

Nano: Ha! You thought you'd never see this boldtext again, didn't you? You thought wroooong. ...ahem. I've got the outer graphics all done, and chapters broken and titled. I'm going to do some in-text graphics, and there's a missing scene I'm dying to write (the Dean and Icarus-now-Castiel conversation) and I also want make a compilation of my Nano-rants and I've got the tracklist for a fanmix and... That's about it. So. Point is, it'll be glorious - not now, but soon. Yay!

Life: A joyous celebration was had yesterday in honour of the thesis completion. (Translation: I walked about and had a Subway sandwhich).

This morning, I got woken up (post-snoozebutton!) by mom saying, "I'm in a state of shock!" I thought it was because she was congratulating me on my thesis - not that she congratulated me on my Nano the day before - but eventually it turns out that my brother's going to be in Rome in two weeks and she's got no furniture in the house. Also, we're all delighted to see my brother, always, but the welcome runs thin on both sides too quickly.

But you'll notice that I wrote, "eventually". That's because I got a whole boatload of gripe over how I was in bed at 9 am - "Oh, right, now that you've finished you dont plan to do anything, right?" - and how obviously I was going to right away start looking for a job. "But mom, I'm not finished, I still have a lot of shite to do." And then there was more on my being a no-good, unappreciative parasite and stuff like that, which is just fucking lovely. Then she hung up because she was oh my god wasting money - Seriously, she'll be like, "Oh, crap, another minute's been ticked off, we might as well talk a bit more. Oh, no, gotta go, minute's almost over." and she doesn't get that this makes me feel like I'm worth utter shite, even though I understand money isn't to be thrown around lightly, but if money's going to be spent on anything, wouldn't a conversation with your daughter count? - but not before telling me to call her in an hour, at 10 o'clock - at which point I should have been at work, or having breakfast someplace because I have no food at all at home.

So instead I hung out at home and called her and got more emotional beatings and ended up weeping like a child into my covers and just totally freaking out and now I'm upset again. Fuck. Just - two fucking huge accomplishments in two days and she can't say something nice about it? And by something I actually do mean "more than one word".

I get that she's stressed out of her mind on account of moving into the (very empty) house and my brother's sudden impending appearance and all that, but does she have to be so cruel?

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