Sore throat please go away D:

I stupidly went for a barbeque on Sunday night and murdered my throat. It's body probably got thrown into the Sahara desert and now its ghost is coming back to haunt me. ): The lonzenges isn't really doing much and water is just giving me water burps now. Ha. I am stupid.

But then, I guess I would have regretted not going in any case. So I will suffer my throat in silence now. I swear when I recover, I will shove fried food down my throat.

An aunt and a grandaunt of mine told me that they've never seen my mom angry before. They asked me if I've ever seen her angry. I've seen my mom angry, and beyond angry. It just hit me that, more than spouses or anything, children have probably seen their parents at their worst and best. I sure have. My mom has no temper? Really? I once thought she and my dad had the worst temper ever. And it's not just because they're the ones I always anger.

There are so many incidents in my memory that made me just want to hate my parents with all my guts at that point in time. I think back on it, I still don't think they're right. But, no matter how wrong you think they may be, how much hatred you can summon against them (which is probably momentary in any case), how wonderful it would be if they left you alone, you'll still love them with all your heart just because they're your parents. (I have no idea how the 'I' changed to 'you'. Lol. My English sucks and Econs is flooding my brain and I have no plans to gramatically inspect my paragraphs :/ )

Funny how, people think my mom has no temper when she can fly into a rage any time of the day, and how I've had people telling me that my dad's scary and fierce when he scolds us less than my mom. Maybe opposites do attract? Not polar opposites here though hah.

http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/usa/images-2/family-guy-peter-retarded.jpg

now i just need to find a cute one for mom also heee

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