ahhhh! Before i go on all bitch mode, WARNING! BITCH MODE IS BEING ENTERED
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE BITCH MODE


I SUGGEST YOU RUN AWAY, NOW O_O


Okay, so this is how it all started....

my mom said I'd look cute in a bob, so I googled it and thought about it. We went to walmart later in the week, and she showed me a side view, etc of it. I got a funny feeling in my stomache (since i was considering growing my hair out)

And took some things into consideration: A: my hair has this gay im going to flip to the opposite direction thing, so trying to style my hair with that cut would have been murder.

And: If I were to grow it out from that length it'd take forever (right now it touches my shoulders -- my hair)

So I told my mom, "Mom don't get mad (shes upper sensitive lately! Geez..) at me, but I don't want a bob."

then she FLIPPED out! I MEAN FLIPPED. She got all mad and said "oh my fucking god. I need a break, I need a walk. Im taking a walk." And just left me there in walmart for 43 MINUTES!


I was pretty pissed. but WAIT! it gets worse!....She comes back with that magazine in hand, and buys it!

I was like "Why is she buying it? Is she going to tell the haircuters I want a bob?!"


But I didnt want to expect the worse, so I waited. Then we arrived at Great Clips, and she told them that. I was SHOCKED. She didn't respect my descision (Im 16, mom. ) and went and told them THAT! The stylist said, "Well we have it written down last time that she wanted to grow her hair out- *gives a look at me* are you sure you want to do that?" Before I could even answer, my mom answered for me.

As soon as I was seated down, since I have really pale skin, its more noticable when i get upset (I turn really red) And I was getting red in the face (I was scared and upset) And the hair stylist noticed and said, "You don't want a bob, do you?" I said "No, i really don't..." So she went to ask my mom if she could just trim the dead ends,

and my mom yelled at me, "MELISSA MISION. Either you get a BOB or you get NO HAIRCUT. Do you UNDERSTAND?!"

I understood, mom. I decieded to not get one. Dads taking me out to get a haircut, later today.

And you know what? No wonder why i was so upset about this. I've NEVER told the hairstylist what I want to do with my hair- my moms always told them (I really had no clue what I wanted with my own hair.)


So, for once- when I made a descision about my hair, and mom rejected it- I was, and still am really upset.




I'm always the one saying "I'm sorry" to mom when we fight. Not this time. For once, i'd like to her a "I'm sorry" from her. And whenever I do apologize to her, i always get the "No you're not. This family doesn't know what sorry means." Shit.

I'm going to give her a taste of her own medicine. Im really angry. I'm not going to talk to her until I get an apology.

Anyway, back to ranting.
After we were done there we got in the car, and I listened to her bitch fest. Suprisingly though, I wasn't upset (crying whise) all I could think about was how proud I was to have made my own descision, and have stood my ground.)

I listened to her yell, yell, yell, moan, and yell some more at me. She even said that when i go to college, thats it. She doesn't want to see me in her house again, she doesn't want me to call her, she doesn't want me to go over their house to do laundey, nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. Thats fine.

The college I really want to go to, is in Georgia, which is over 18 hours away from home. I can't afford to go there though, so i'll probably end up going to Ringling, which is 2 hours away from home.



Fine by me. Though I was a little suprised. It wasn't the first time i've heard her bitch and moan about college and her not wanting to see me anymore.

She's done the same thing to Sierra. Thoughhh, Sierra (my sister) got to listen to her at the end of Junior year about it I just got it a little earlier.

I don't even see why she freaked out. Its not like I told her I fucking hated the idea of a bob, omfg, how could you even suggust that mom, omfg you have no taste, omfg; or something! I was calm, and rational!

Anyway, this was on sunday. I still havent talked to her. Don't plan to either. Shes not a queen, she can apologize to me for once.
I'm really fed up with her bratty and immature attitude. She really shouldn't be a mom. She just doesn't seem mature enough. All she does, ever since Sierras entered high school, is bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.

And you know- on friday we went to go visit Ringling College of art and design (we didnt get to see much, cause we could take a tour because they were closed, but we went around campus. Its a great school, btw) and she surely enough bitched.


It gets better though. On saturday, we went to see fireworks, and it was too hot out for her. So she got bitchy and wanted to go-- what ever.

Whatever, I don't have the energy or patience to even start to tell that story.


Anyway, today after dad gets home from work I'm off to get my hair trimmed.
I'm super nervous, and anxious, because Mom caused a little scene (as explained earlier she raised her voice) in the store, Sierra and Dad don't want to go there when i get my hair cut, so we're going to Fantastic Sams instead.


Why do I have to go to another hair stylist because of my moms actions? I'm really nervous because ever since before Freshman homecoming, i've been going to this same place.

I'm worried fantastic sams is going to cut off an inch or something of my hair. I don't want that. The faster my hair grows out, the happier I am.

But, if cutting off all of the dead ends makes it grow faster.... -sighs-

Im so nervous. I don't wanna go to another place. Im not in my safety net anymore.



it probably doesn't help that I'm getting my period sometime soon, does it.

Ugh.




BTW, sorry for mispelling decisions 2353452432342 times D:



(Gawd I have such spelling ocd)




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