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so, i'm thinking about grabbing a frying pan from the kitchen, and seeing if there's some way i can 'accidentally' trip and have it go flying towards my mothers face. you know, when me and robbie were little one april fools day we put a frying pan in her pillow. she didnt even notice until she lay her head on it. good thing she's not one of those people who slam their heads against their pillow due to having a bad day. oh, so your probably wondering what brought on this whole frying pan discussion now arent you? well, right now mom is talking to robbie upstairs trying to figure out whats wrong with his demented little mind since he's writing such dark songs. robbie says he's having an identity crisis, so mom's like "what do you mean your having an identity crisis? you know who you are! your robbie, and you like drama,and you like to play guitar and..." so on and so on. she doesnt understand how anything could possibly be wrong in our lives. she's like trying to be light with this stuff, but she's absoloutly horrible at it. you can tell its really bothering her, but she's too stupid to figure it out. she does this horrible thing where she talks in the third person and says things like "you know mom loves you" and things like that. she was listing things to not be upset about and she's like "you have a good homelife, its not like your living out on the streets starving to death" ha, good home life, thats a good one. i actually snickered, but disguised it as a cough. i'm thinking about running up there yelling "stop harrassing him! we all have problems, your just to nieve to figure them out! leave us alone!!!!" so do you see now how i cant talk to her about this? its not like having a conversation with a normal human. she acts like she's dumbing things down for us when she talks about anything serious. she thinks we're incapable of being unhappy, because our lives are so ******** perfect.
now she's giving her own little definitions to identity crisis,saying that there's no way that robbie could be having one. i am trying very hard to drown out their conversation right now, listening to "bella's lullaby" also known as "the river flows in you" for you non-twilighters. but soft piano playing can only be turned up so loud...and i cant blast it, because if mom were to call down the stairs to me about something, and if i didnt respond because i absoloutly could not hear her, she'd get mad. because she has this thing where she doesnt like us playing music loud. but i think i'm going to turn this up just a little louder. i think i'd rather take the yelling then listen to my mother talking so loudly upstairs. alright. its louder. very louder. i cant stand listening to my music loud now. it bothers me. hmm.. well if i focus on the notes, then i can ignore them. i suppose that will work. i have listened to this song so much for the last few days. i just put it on repeat and listen to it over and over, its really relaxing. i love it. hmm seems like mom has arrived at a conclusion "your not having an identity crisis then, your just a normal teenager" thats what she said. though i dont know really what's led up to that conclusion, but she's trying to convince robbie that he is, indeed, normal. so no need to write his songs. you know, i really havent seen many happy rock songs. they're all pretty loud and abnoxious. i dont see songs going "ooh look at that flower, isnt it pretty? lets play the he loves me he loves me not game!" lol. it just doesnt work like that. so why is mom making such a big deal about this? ooh jeez, i pity robbie. the poor thing has been suffering for over 25 minutes now. should i rescue him? hmm..nah, he never rescued ME when i needed help. besides, it sounds like she's wrapping this life-changing-lecture up. and so now i will rap up this entry.
heart krissy

*edit* omg..i just found out what the word "indefinately" means. and i dont like it one bit. crying