Friend Issues

Okay I'm going to introduce another friend to everyone.
Obviousditz, everyone.
Eveyone, Obviousditz.

Obviousditz and I have been friends since 7th grade. Tis a great friends but her faults have been getting on my nerves. I have talk to her of these faults (I will expalin in a moment). However it seems her efforts to stop this annoying and...very...uncool? defects are less aparent. Okay Obviousditz has a tendency to do things with out asking that require it. She also does not know the difference between talk in confidece and a group discussion.

For example when people show off their work to her or if I will, she will quickly run off to other people to see this work without asking. It seems like a minor issue but sometimes you just want to show this to her or want her opinon on it. I just want to be ask first. I told her "You have to ask people if its okayfor others to see it. (has bad memory).

She says she get caught up in the awesomeness and wants others to see it.

I say "Bull Shit!"

Now this issues is the creame of the cream of my problems. When I tell her my opinon on stuff like today when say in a lower voice than usual "It would be funny if the kid went to ManlyMouseShoes and said 'Daddy'" (when I say funny I usaually mean messed up. This counts). ManlyMouseShoes asmits he would kick the child in to face. She starts to bring up the issue with the mother of the child. Or when I'm writing a story and i want her opinion on a topic I know she nows more than I do. She will help me but then will tell EVERYONE about my story and give away major spoilers. (Does not know how t oexplain things with excerts. has to give away every detail. Then goes around and away from topic then anwser the question).

I am surrounded by perverts. ManlyMouseShoes wants to buy a Playboy of Marge on the cover and Obviousditz agrees...well thinks its awesome.

I'm an Adult!

I realize ther are sveeral things I do not like about myself:
   1. My weight 200+ lbs (Must not eat donumts in purse...but they look sooo delicious)
   2.Lazyiness
   3.Horrid spelling and grammar
   4. I tend to allow myself to settle when I am arguing with someone. When someone has a different opnion of me than mine, I will quickly change the arguement in their favor or never go further into it. For the sack of ending the arguement. (Which has excallated insecuries but I ignore them) For intance, Dark Panic and I decided we should discuss our story over the weekend. Dark Panic sugesst I sleep over at her house.

Here's the thing abou tmy mom. She HATES sleep overs ( I think she went to one when she was younger and it ended badly). However she let my brother hangout with at his friends house at late hours of the night. She even askd me once if I was okay with him staing over. i have never gone to a sleepover because of this insane hate of sleepovers. Even when I was invaitd by the daughter of one of my Mothers best firends, she would not let me go. As I got older  my frineds invited me to the movies and their birthday parites. I asked her two days before hand, she interogates me. One time she even told me "just because your friends get to go plaes doesn't mean you have to!" I rarely got invited to places because I always had to say no. My brother ask on the DAY OF she say yes. that is BULL SHIT you know what I do...nothing 

Now  I bring the idea up with my mom, who wil have to drive me, can't drive at the moment, says no. My Mommie knows Dark Panic, she is okay with her droping me off at home but I cannot go over to her house.

So the next day I tell Dark Panic this who suggests I bring up the issue adn say Mom I am an adult and you cannot treat me like I'm a childe...(Warning: do not know that the end result will not help the situation). Later that day I bring up the issue in a very diferent and more respectful way:

Me: Mom why won't you allow me to go to aname's house?

Mom: Nita I like o be causious...she lives in another county, I have not heard anything nice about that county.  If you are going I have to be there.

You know she does that acutally, when I was invited to a birthday party...she would go except for this one time, o when I went to the library for meetings on projects or clubs, guess who mom!