Ah Sh!t
I remember an article that studies "Love at First Sight". You fall in love or are attracted to the person because they remind you of someone dear to you. They either show characteristics in mannerisms, bahaviour, apperance, or whatever that unconciously remind you of someone close.
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Anyways, my dad is going to check up on me soon because he wants me to finish registering for the staff training for the Markham Pools. I don't want to.
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Just got several philosophy books from the library. I think this will be enough hard copies for my philosophies CPT part A. ON the way back from the library, however, I had to put up an effort not to moan because my mom mentioned - again - my eighteenth birthday and what I should do. I don't want a fuss. I don't want the hassle. I especially don't want a certain gathering of aquaintances near me. Right now, I don't even want to think about. The ideal thing that I can dream up right now is a weekend away from home. By myself. Or with a few best friends. Whichever, as long as I'm far away. That would be nice.