Okay, tell me, am I a horrible person for hating my parents? I mean, really hating- not "you won't let me go out on Friday night" hate,but "you are a bunch of pathetic hypocritical asses whom I wouldn't talk to if I had a choice" (is that proper usage of whom?)
E-gads, I mean, today, I was forced to go out to breakfast with my Grandpa (who I also can't stand, but that's just because he's old and mildly senile- though he'll surprise you sometimes) and my mom. My mom says the stupidest (still a word) things. They make her sound like an idiot (granted she is) I mean, I say stupid things,too, everyone does, but at least I make pains to be informed so at least I state the facts. She says all this stuff thats wrong. Like calling the sky orange wrong. (even though that would be really cool) So I tell her its wrong, and if I can I tell her what's righ. And she yells at me! I don't mean wrong and right like morals, I mean wrong and right like math. So she yells at me and tells me "never correct my elders" ('cept she says olders, so I had to correct that, too) And so I say, "well, better I correct you than someone important you don't want to look stupid in front of." Not the right thing to say. Let me tell you. But I don't really care if I angered her, because her presence moves me to loathing. Hehe, I'm so evil.
Today's Zelda wisdom: Don't call your parents stupid