Mangoes
My dad just knocked on the door, jokingly saying, "room service" and brought me a plate of sliced mangoes.
I love mangoes. Everytime I eat them I feel like I'm on some exotic Caribbean island without a care in the world, just basking in the sun working on my tan and listening to the water lapping.
I really love fruit, I'm just too lazy to prepare food for myself. I can tell this is going to be a huge problem when I'm living on my own, because anything that takes longer than 5 minutes to make is often considered not worth the trouble. :P
Anyways, I was just thinking that it's so amazing how far my parents and I have come. Just a few years ago we were at eachothers throats, and I was packing up my stuff to go to Alisa's. I was constantly being pulled out of class to talk to the guidance counselor and.. life was just hell. I cried myself to sleep a lot.
My dad knows about how lazy I am when it comes to eating fruit, so he's always bringing me some.
As my mom left for work this morning, I wished her a happy mothers day and gave her a hug and kiss and she told me that I make her really happy.
For those of you who were reading this journal three or four years ago, during the climax of all this fighting and pure crap, I'm sure neither you nor I could've seen this happening.
Although, to be honest, we still fight. All the time. My mom and I must fight every second day about something. And just last week my dad flipped out because I wanted to go to a party the next day. He was in a great mood until I asked if I could go out, and then he did a complete 180 and demanded to know why I have to go out every week and why don't I focus on school more instead of socializing so much, blah blah blah. He was letting me go, but he was just being really bitchy and giving me this ridiculously early curfew.
I mean, he may have had a point about the schoolwork, but realistically, he couldn't possibly have expected me to sit home and work all weekend. It's not like there's much for me to do at home, I don't really go out that much.
The next evening, I was getting ready to leave when he got home, and he apologized for flipping out and gave me $50, and told me I could stay out later but not to be home too late.
In case you missed the big part (which, actually, wasn't the $50), he apologized. My parents never used to do that, they were "always right" and I was "always wrong".
See how we're getting better?? It makes me so happy.
I may look really shallow on the outside, like all I care about is partying and clothes and shopping and boys, but honestly, I just want to be with the people I love, doing the things I love, whether it be drinking ourselves into oblivion or lying in a field on a sunny day.
Things just keep getting better and better. I keep meeting the sweetest, most wonderful people who have changed/are changing me (for the better, I think :)). I keep waiting for it to all crash down on me, like somebody is playing some ridiculously cruel joke on me, but so far, I'm still riding this wave.
I'm such a sap, but I really feel like this right now. If I believed in god, I would thank him for Nick and Sam, the boys who make me feel beautiful and sexy and unique. And I'd thank him for Serena, my old-new friend, and especially Alisa; 15 years of friendship and still counting, I can't even begin the list all the things we've been through. And my parents, whom I rarely get along with but who still provide unconditional love and support, in their own strange way.
I mean, this is all just how I feel right now. I know that this coming Friday, I'm going to be asking to go out Saturday night and my parents and I will get into some big row about how I go out too much and I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend and then I'll call Alisa to cry about how unfair the world is and how much I hate my parents. But I know that my parents will give in and let me go because they don't like to disappoint me (and they'll have fallen for my guilt tripping! ;)) and I will get to go out for dinner with Sam, who is super sweet and cute and seems to think I'm amazing (even though I honestly don't see it), and I'll probably go home feeling kinda like how I am right now; like having mangoes. :)
I love mangoes. Everytime I eat them I feel like I'm on some exotic Caribbean island without a care in the world, just basking in the sun working on my tan and listening to the water lapping.
I really love fruit, I'm just too lazy to prepare food for myself. I can tell this is going to be a huge problem when I'm living on my own, because anything that takes longer than 5 minutes to make is often considered not worth the trouble. :P
Anyways, I was just thinking that it's so amazing how far my parents and I have come. Just a few years ago we were at eachothers throats, and I was packing up my stuff to go to Alisa's. I was constantly being pulled out of class to talk to the guidance counselor and.. life was just hell. I cried myself to sleep a lot.
My dad knows about how lazy I am when it comes to eating fruit, so he's always bringing me some.
As my mom left for work this morning, I wished her a happy mothers day and gave her a hug and kiss and she told me that I make her really happy.
For those of you who were reading this journal three or four years ago, during the climax of all this fighting and pure crap, I'm sure neither you nor I could've seen this happening.
Although, to be honest, we still fight. All the time. My mom and I must fight every second day about something. And just last week my dad flipped out because I wanted to go to a party the next day. He was in a great mood until I asked if I could go out, and then he did a complete 180 and demanded to know why I have to go out every week and why don't I focus on school more instead of socializing so much, blah blah blah. He was letting me go, but he was just being really bitchy and giving me this ridiculously early curfew.
I mean, he may have had a point about the schoolwork, but realistically, he couldn't possibly have expected me to sit home and work all weekend. It's not like there's much for me to do at home, I don't really go out that much.
The next evening, I was getting ready to leave when he got home, and he apologized for flipping out and gave me $50, and told me I could stay out later but not to be home too late.
In case you missed the big part (which, actually, wasn't the $50), he apologized. My parents never used to do that, they were "always right" and I was "always wrong".
See how we're getting better?? It makes me so happy.
I may look really shallow on the outside, like all I care about is partying and clothes and shopping and boys, but honestly, I just want to be with the people I love, doing the things I love, whether it be drinking ourselves into oblivion or lying in a field on a sunny day.
Things just keep getting better and better. I keep meeting the sweetest, most wonderful people who have changed/are changing me (for the better, I think :)). I keep waiting for it to all crash down on me, like somebody is playing some ridiculously cruel joke on me, but so far, I'm still riding this wave.
I'm such a sap, but I really feel like this right now. If I believed in god, I would thank him for Nick and Sam, the boys who make me feel beautiful and sexy and unique. And I'd thank him for Serena, my old-new friend, and especially Alisa; 15 years of friendship and still counting, I can't even begin the list all the things we've been through. And my parents, whom I rarely get along with but who still provide unconditional love and support, in their own strange way.
I mean, this is all just how I feel right now. I know that this coming Friday, I'm going to be asking to go out Saturday night and my parents and I will get into some big row about how I go out too much and I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend and then I'll call Alisa to cry about how unfair the world is and how much I hate my parents. But I know that my parents will give in and let me go because they don't like to disappoint me (and they'll have fallen for my guilt tripping! ;)) and I will get to go out for dinner with Sam, who is super sweet and cute and seems to think I'm amazing (even though I honestly don't see it), and I'll probably go home feeling kinda like how I am right now; like having mangoes. :)