Hug levels reaching critical

Apparently I'm spending too much time on the computer.
That seems to be the reason for everything that's wrong in my life, according to my parents. I know this sounds stupidteenagerish, but seriously, there comes a point where I start to lose faith in their ability to judge the way my mind works.
Not getting enough sleep? You're spending too much time on the computer. (Acceptable.)
You have no social life? You're spending too much time on the computer. (Pushing it.)
The levels of stress in your life are causing you to lose the ability to function at all? No, don't even want to hear your stories about personality disorders and unexplained visions. I'm sure the recent trip to the hospital has nothing to do with it. It must be because you're spending too much time on the computer. (Seriously, WTM?)
I know I'm to blame as well. But sometimes I wonder.

I went swimming today. First of the year, and first ever unsupervised. Then I got out. Seriously, it wasn't that interesting.

I feel like going shopping sometime. I've never really been properly shopping. I can't really get anywhere by myself, and a lot of the things I want to buy I would have great difficulty explaining to my parents... a chew toy, girl's clothes, matches and candles, leather gloves, a sword-cane... or just a sword. I really would like a sword-cane, but one way or another for reasons I can't quite explain I really would like to own a sword. The issue is the different things would be for different parts of me - it's actually really funny to picture IMPACT wearing a dress - but people treat me, the whole me, as an individual. So you see the problem.

I can smell curry. Mmm. Curry.

Chris is on a band trip at the moment. He'll be back by tomorrow. Can only hope it goes better than mine. We performed at Wonderland, you see, early in the morning, so we had the rest of the day to wander around. The problem was we had to stay in groups. Anyone found walking alone would be in serious trouble. So I hitched myself to a group and instantly hit trouble; none of them listened to a word I said. Lunch came, and I went to get some, um... I forget what exactly. It had shrimp. Mmmmmmmm... shrimp. Anyway, when I returned with my food I discovered some idiot had wandered off by himself. The group decided to go off and look for him, leaving me alone with my lunch. I then spent the rest of the day looking for them. I remain deeply resentful, not so much because of them, but because it just drove the point home that this was how people thought of me, had always thought of me and always would think of me. Someone who doesn't matter.
I guess I've learned in some ways to accept that. Everyone else seems to.