Bio Emotions

So, emotions for me have been a little crazy, even after yesterday's post.

Well, first off, there's Jon and Kate getting divorced. That makes me sad. A family with that many children, and they're getting splitting up? Terrible. Terrible thing to do to those children. AND THEY'RE STILL FILMING!!!! I think they should stop.

I was reading an update, and it said that Kate's agent or whatever said that Kate won't take her wedding ring off, because she's afraid she'll devastate the children. Okay, first of all, do the kids even KNOW what a wedding ring symbolizes? They're only like, 5 or 6 (I think), but even if they're 8, do they really understand? Personally (THESE ARE JUST MY THOUGHTS), I think that maybe, just maybe, Kate isn't ready to call it quits after all. Maybe. But then again, they are discussing finding places to stay while one stays in the house with the kids. I don't know. I also heard a 'rumor' that Jon is looking for a place to stay in New York. That's a little ways away from Pennsylvania.

I know, lots of drama.

Anyway, the next emotion comes from last night, after I got home from going to a 'pack' meeting for Pingu. My mom, who had been with a friend, didn't go. When we got home, she was there. Lots of welcoming.

So I go to show her what I had recorded from the pack meeting (they were racing boats or something like that), and she looks at me, and says, "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" My heart hits my feet (snap) just like that!

"I told you I was going to cut it today". I said. Yes, it's true. I cut my hair (only my bangs, actually), but I wasn't thinking and cut them WAYYYYY too short. It looked really dumb, and I had wasted 15 minutes doing that. Yes, I felt VERY stupid after that.

She continues to berate me, saying things like, "That's what an 8-year-old does!". She refuses to talk to me for the rest of the night, which is fine, 'cause I'm still deciding whether or not I should be sad. These are some of the thoughts running around in my head:

A. It's my hair, right? I should be able to do what I want with it.
B. I never cut my hair when I was 8-years-old. Goes to show I was smarter at that point in time than I am now (about hair, anyway).
C. She IS my mom, and does have a right to say what I can and can't do.
D. Look, it's done. Nothing I can do to change it, so I might as well appreciate it.

So, there's that drama. I love my mother, and she did apologize for making me feel bad last night. I shrug. "It's all right. I told you I was being stupid at the time, and have yet to remember what I was thinking when I cut that much off, anyway."

Next: I have to be at school tomorrow at 6. AM. Not fun. We're going on a huge field trip, and we're not coming back until 3:30. Yay. But my teacher assured us we will have a chance to sleep on the bus. I can't sleep on buses, and most certainly not after I have woken up. I have this odd disease that once I'm awake, I CANNOT go back to sleep, until between 8-10 pm. Sometimes later, sometimes earlier. Once in a great while, I'll take a nap. Like last Saturday. I slept for half an hour, woke up to go get my brother, came back and slept for three hours straight. Man, I was SOOOO tired.

So, now I need to anticipate getting up at 5 in the morning. And I have to bring a jar so we can 'collect' bugs for a bug collection we're doing in my biology class. Yeah, we have to pin 'em, and make sure they're dead before so we don't have bugs moving on the pins. (SHUDDER)