the last time

I gotta get outta here.....Soon. So mom comes in to talk to me, which I am starting to believe she doesn't really wanna talk to me anyway. She comes in and reads whatever page I have loaded up on my computer, she looks at the pictures I printed out from the adventures of mini kev and mini shane the other day, she looks at them disapprovingly, calls me silly makes me feel like an idiot. That's why I don't talk to her she just thinks I am stupid. She finally noticed the silly string on the wall--mid conversation, so she stopped mid-sentence to scold me for it. Which I dunno why she cares, I will get it off, and it's everywhere and I really don't need her scolding or disapproval. I don't start talking to her then go--Oh gross, why is there all that dust on the table. I guess that teaches me not to clean up, it doesn't matter how good I clean she will always find something. I worked all day yesterday cleaning the house just to make her happy, she said thank you last night, I'm surprised she didn't say thank you but can you do....At least if its dirty it distracts her with what's "really" wrong. I feel like a perpetual teenager. I'm stuck in some sick time warp, permateenager, sad part is, I'm not a teenager and haven't been one for awhile and I am still living at home.