I wonder why everytime there's a make out scene on tv my mom has to be there to watch it with me. The problem is I was watching Malcolm In The Middle yesterday evening and my mom was sitting around close. I figured, "pftt Malcolm, its a kids movie right."

Wrong.

Lets just say Francis and Piama was in the mood yesterday and so were Malcolm's parents. So there I was all awkward trying to watch the damn thing and at the same time trying to not get caught staring at it.

I would not be ranting about it if this has only happened once. The same goes for all the other movies I watch.

Grey's Anatomy
Still Standing
Malcolm In The Middle
Scrubs
......much much more

Whats more frustrating, when there's no make out scene in the episode that day my mom would probably be in the kitchen or outside talking to the neighbours or something. She's not doing this on purpose I know, but what would she be thinking of me?

"Gee, my daughter is a sex addict."

Or something along those lines.

This is the reason why teenagers don't like doing things in front of their parents because it would just come out and look wrong. Here I am trying to prove to my mom that I'm not hiding anything from her and those hours spent on the computer is not for looking at unnecassary skin but what happens?? She thinks my hormones are all over the place and thats why I watch movies with a lot of make out scenes in them.

How can I tell her that I'm watching this movies for the only purpose of entertainment and not to ease my sexual tension. If there is any.

Lets just clear up a few things. No, my mom is not accusing me of being to "curious". Truthfully, she's never really said a word about it. Thats why its driving me crazy.

Or maybe I'm just being paranoid.

Ok fine, I am paranoid.

So this whole rant was just about me being paranoid.

Skipping along now.

The other day, my cousin Sal called asking me if we should get together for a girls morning out like we did last year. At first I thought of saying "no, I'd like to stay at home and study." Sheesh, since when am I good liar? So I said okay, call me back when she's free.

Weird isn't it? I feel like I've been in prison this couple of days and I so want to go out somewhere. But when I'm given a chance to go out I feel like I'd rather stay at home even though I really want to go out.

Maybe my hormones ARE all over the place.