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For some reason, the bookstore is still out of the Elementary Statistical Methods bundles. However, they’re aware of that and are currently working hard to get in the books that various classes need… so I’m not complaining too much right now. They’re doing what they can. Even though this is going to be the first time I show up to a class without at least owning the required reading material, I’m pretty sure the majority of the class is going to be doing that as well. It’s not exactly something that we can help, so I’m pretty sure that our professor will be sympathetic towards it. At least, I’d like to hope she would.
In other news, I’ve grown increasingly more frustrated with my boyfriend’s mother. She appears to be the kind of person who has to be in control of every situation that she’s a part of, and since I am of no blood relation to her, I’m the one variable in her life that she can’t control right now. It appears to be ingratiating her, and I don’t care. After having found out that she was like this several months ago, I’ve simply become indifferent towards the matter. Like I’ve said in previous posts, I never intend on getting particularly close to her. My most recent problem with her has to do with the fact that she is demanding that I give Matt receipts detailing what I’m buying James with the money that he gives me to support him. Telling my parents that she actually had the nerve to demand this of me shocked both of them, and I’m not surprised in the least bit. It would have shocked me as well had I not spent the amount of time that I do around her, what with me letting her spend time with her grandson and all.
Seriously, though. What does she think I’m going to do with the money that I could honestly care less about getting? I’m certainly not going to rely on it for making sure that immediate needs are met if there are going to be so many strings attached, because it certainly seems like she’s content to pull her son’s purse strings for as long as she can. Just when I think she can’t stoop any lower, she does. She finds sadder ways to surprise me every time I see her.