Here's to getting drunk on foregin waters.
Well I'm back from texas. and so far. so gay.
needless to say I recieved my schedule. it's satisfactory but needs a few easy tweeks that would make it much easier. would is the key word. My parents are on the assumtion that I'm stupid and cannont function in anything difficult. my god. my mother wants me to take math year 4 instead of pre-calc. uhhhh is she stupid? I pulled off a B in yr 3 as a soph. its just because I slacked in english and chem for who knows why that my dad now calls me stupid and my mom implies it. so you know what. I would love. love. love. love. love. to prove them wrong and I know I can. But with her breathing down my neck and choosing what gets changed and not hearing my reasoning for not getting such teachers as Rettke *shudder* I am tempted to just give up. I will take regular classes, fail those on the account of being so god damned bored and realize I will grow up and be a stay at home cat lady with no life.
sounds good doesn't it.
Oh and my dad thinks my boyfriend is no good.
my mom likes him because "he doesn't pressure me for sex" which she likes to empahise each time we talk about any kind of realtionship.
and i just want to turn them all off.
Where do you go when your childhood solace's are corrupted and lost?
flip side. ........
i still have teenange angst and a live journal? ; ]
in otherwords: I don't have one at this moment. Like in Bless Me Ultima ( yes mom I did read my summer assignments
and yes mom I understand it plus have qoutes and the themes. oh guess who learned something? yeah grades mean jack sqaut)
Tony's world crashes down from the pulls and loss of innocent as he grows. needless to say :
coming of age, or becoming older sucks the sweaty balls of the devil. And that's all I have to say about that.
you've got the pistol but I've got the pesos. yeah that seems fair.