Here she goes again...
Putting it bluntly, my mom made a pretty fine day suck. Why the hell does she have to go on whining about me supposedly giving too little time for academics and too much time dancing and doing other "less important" things? College should be about having fun, performing how you can academically and being yourself with more people, not being nagged about grades and such like you're still in high school. It's not like I'm even failing! And she goes wild, connecting every single flaw of mine, even those not connected to grades, she can find and ranting about it and berating me for them. She even goes to the point of telling me to inquire and ask if there's still available space in Cervini Hall cause I cause excessive spending with the driver's OT and gas, my sisters' safety and time getting home, etc. She surely should have seen this coming and really should have just allowed me to learn how to drive back in 4th year so that by now, I'd be the one worrying about my own way to and from wherever I have to be. Again, it was one not-so-high long test score and she goes nuts.
Surprisingly, this entry is curse-free, probably cause I've screamed out every possible combination of bad words I could cook up in my room. Maybe it's also cause of the overwhelming things that make me feel better. Hearing from a friend who's studying abroad (Casey), being somewhat consoled by Lamar, and practicing for Friday's gig cooled my mind a bit. Heck, I'm still mad at what happened between us a while ago and I'm still mad at her, but thank God for everything else in this world that makes you forget problems ever existed.
Thank you Casey, thank you Lamar, thanks to my cousin, thanks to dancing and thank God for CADs. :)
Ironically, it's my song of the day, Trust Me by The Fray, that contained this line...
When you're older
You might understand.
When you're older
You might understand.
She doesn't seem to understand.
Surprisingly, this entry is curse-free, probably cause I've screamed out every possible combination of bad words I could cook up in my room. Maybe it's also cause of the overwhelming things that make me feel better. Hearing from a friend who's studying abroad (Casey), being somewhat consoled by Lamar, and practicing for Friday's gig cooled my mind a bit. Heck, I'm still mad at what happened between us a while ago and I'm still mad at her, but thank God for everything else in this world that makes you forget problems ever existed.
Thank you Casey, thank you Lamar, thanks to my cousin, thanks to dancing and thank God for CADs. :)
Ironically, it's my song of the day, Trust Me by The Fray, that contained this line...
When you're older
You might understand.
When you're older
You might understand.
She doesn't seem to understand.