bitter end.

I'm done. I'm finally done with finals. I woke up with a smile on my face. Literally, I was smiling because I realized that I have NO responsibilities today. Felt nice. Still, all of the happiness was shot to hell by my mom.

Last night I called her as soon as I got out of my final to tell her how happy I was that it was done. Her first response was, "Oh, you're brother's not done until next week." I don't give a fuck. I explained to her that the reason he's not done is because he has a whole week off to study before his first final, whereas my shit school rolls right into finals right after our last class. Her response - well, that means I must have not done well.

I went to the movies with A, and it was so fun. I seriously can't remember another time when I've enjoyed a movie so much. I guess it's because I appreciated the fact that actually could watch a movie, instead of study all night again. Then, I came home, and while I was taking a shower, it hit me. No - my mom's responses were not okay. I was trying to push my feelings under a rug, but you know, I'm not good at that. So instead, I started feeling all sad and annoyed.

I dreamt about it! I had a dream that I was "yelling" at my mom for being unsupportive. And that, my friends, is what I plan to do today. It's just bothering me SO much that she always, always compares me or my experiences to my brothers! Now I'm realizing that the whole graduation thing is really going to suck. It's going to test all boundaries of my patience...or what's left of it. As far as I care now, I just need danny there, because he's the only one that truly proud of what I've accomplished...even it's from a 4th tier law school.