Thanks to my mother, I just got home from a crappy exam and oh look, the light on the answering machine is blinking. I pressed play and guess what, it’s mom calling home to check on me. I’m not three, you know. At my age, most people are already married and have a family. Me, I’m still living at home with an excessive control freak of a mother with no life whatsoever.

I don’t know why but my mom seems to wants to control every aspect of not only my life but everyone else’s as well. I remember when my aunt and cousin were here, she often told them, “You can’t do this, you can’t do that.”

I mean, just let them do whatever the hell they want and let them alone.

When I told her I got the job last week, she didn’t look or sound too happy. Even when she said “Congratulations,” I could feel a sense of disappointment and disapproval in her tone because it wasn’t a job she personally got for me, that I proved her wrong. I don’t need her help to find a job.

I had to call my boss this morning to let him know I can’t come to work today because I have study for an exam. Thank god he’s a relaxing cool boss. He’s got to be the best boss I have so far.

All weekend long, I’ve been trying to study for this exam but I wasn’t allow to because apparently, completing a homework that’s due on Wednesday has suddenly become my top priority. I finished it alright only to get crap from my mother because she thought it was poorly written. “Too long and repetitive,” she said.

I thought it was pretty damn well written myself. I provided detailed examples, discussion, everything the instructor had asked for.

Whatever.

So after publishing my post this morning, I’ve been pretty much offline, spending 4 hours after acing my first exam this morning to study. I almost got 80%, okay, 78%, on this exam which it’s not good for me. I want to get straight A’s this semester so my GPA won’t fall below a 3.5.

I guess I just disobeyed both of the things I’ve written for my mental note yesterday, huh. Oh well.