Losing My Sight, Losing My Mind, Wish Somebody Would Tell Me I'm Fine
Mood:  hug me
Raw last night was just all over the place. One minute, I'm ready to turn the channel and be done with the whole thing, the next minute I have to stick with it, because it's just so, so captivating. Triple H had me going last night, I'm still in shock that Shelton won. The match was really good, second to Shawn/Chris Benoit vs. Ric Flair/Batista, of course. But like I said, it was good, it had my emotions high and running, I hadn't felt like that bout a non-Shawn match in a long time. But the Shawn/Chris Benoit vs. Ric Flair/Batista match was NUTS!! I BELIEVED!!! I HATE WHEN WWE DOES THAT TO ME!! They WON the match, but then they reversed it because Ric Flair wasn't the legal man when Benoit pinned him. WTF EVER!! But then I remember that it's not in WWE history that they follow logic, so, [expletive deleted]! Oh yeah, Shawn is CRAZY!! When he and Benoit were beating the hell out of the ref, who keeps changing his name every week, he fell out in the ring and started spazzing for NO reason!! But I love him anyway. Man, I thought he was going heel in that match. THEY MADE ME CARE, GODDAMN THEM!

This weekend was uneventful, except for the fact that my mom is a psycopathic bitch. OMG! On Sunday, my parents were going to take my grandparents to church since they hadn't been in a while because they were both in and out the hospital for most of January and February, and were healing at home for most of March. Well, my grandma didn't want to go, so my mom got super pissed and came back home. Then, she took a nap, which she needed, but she was still in this mood. I just stayed out of her way until dinner. Then at dinner, she wanted to drink a root beer, okay, well the one I got out of the fridge had a warped top. Part of it was sticking up like it had been in the freezer for a bit. She started bitching about it, and I told her that I didn't put it in the freezer, then she's like, I DIDN'T SAY YOU DID! And I'm like, you need to calm down, then she asked my step-dad to push the top down and he bent the top of the can down, and root beer spilled all over the floor and the table. But I feel like some of this is my fault, I should have just handed her a fucking straw. At some point I told her that I'd call Barq's Root Beer company and complain. THEN, she had the AUDACITY to ask what the hell is my problem. SHE'S the one with the goddamn problem. I was just tip-toeing around her so I wouldn't piss her off even more. And I failed MISERABLY! I should have just eaten in my room or something.

Oh yeah, I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY CHANGED THE GODDAMN BACKLASH MAIN EVENT!! I LOATHE WHOEVER THOUGHT OF THAT!! THAT WAS THE WMXX MAIN EVENT, HBK/BENOIT WOULD JUST BE SOOOOOOOO MUCH BETTER!!

It was something else I had on my mind, but I forgot what it was, so I'll just say that I LOVE my Guns N' Roses CD, headphones, and THE HEARTBREAK KID, SHAWN MICHAELS.

I'm phasing!