And, Now, He Cares
Can somebody tell me why my father is on my butt about colleges, all of a sudden? Which ones I applied to? Which ones gave me scholarships and money? How much money?
This sudden care is getting annoying. He raids my room for old college mail--the massive mass of amount that has piled up. I don't like his presence in my room. It jams the waves of my awesome aura. Seriously. It does.
Now, he's urging me to apply to NYU.
As if there's still any time to, all the way in the beginning of April. This is the time where colleges reply to you, not when you suddenly apply to the college. Four months ago, yeah. But, as ignorant as he can be sometimes...or most of the time...maybe I still can. But, whatever. I don't care to go to NYU. But, hey, if it's not too late, by some miracle of God, and if he has the extra application fee to blow on a college with an accpetance rate of about 10%, then, sure, why not? It'll shut him up. Uh-huh.
Well, I felt special tonight. Like a mother. I was helping Ashley with Chemistry, I was about to help Alex with Math, in the event that Stephanie couldn't do so, herself, I juggled (or "jiggled") about 6 other IMs, and I breastfed a baby while ironing clothes. It was busy. And exciting. And awesome. w00t
I have a Math test tomorrow, myself, and I didn't study. Yeah...I oughta, like...do that...especially considering how it's...you know...MATH.
Sigh... -_-
Well, allow me to drag myself off to bed.
Miss me.