Dec 30, 2006 22:59
THAT'S IT! I'm never traveling with my uncle and grandma ever again. They're down right annoying. My grandma cannot shut up for more than thirty to sixy seconds. When she isn't talking, she's either sleeping or eating. When she's eating, she urges everyone else to eat something but everyone always politely declines. However, she constantly urges everybody to eat something so everyone get's really annoyed and starts shouting. Basically, she can't stay still for more than a minute. (So that's where my brother got his inability to stay still from...THAT SIDE!!!!) And my uncle's breathe just smelled disgusting. I guess he has some cavaties or something and argh. You know how when you have a cavity, there's sometimes this odd taste in your mouth whenever you touch it? Yea, it smelled like that except ten times worse. It was disgusting...On the way back from the airport, he drove and whenever he talked, his bad breathe stunk up the whole car. I was so tempted to throw my pack of chewing gum his way but I thought it might make it even worse (cavity smell plus mint is definetely not a nice mixture). Really, if I ever have to travel with them ever again, I'm going to cry.
Besides that minor problem though, my week has been pretty nice. I mean, I missed my dad, brother, and dog so it was really great seeing them again. My house is so fucking awesome and big, I seriously love it. It's great living there. It almost makes me want to move there right now. Well, I was thinking about that in the car earlier. Living with the guys is really fun and enjoyable but that's in Texas and I like California better...However, I have to live with my mother in California and that's pretty dull and boring. Plus my social life totally sucks. Friends? Do I even have any anymore? I mean, aside from my cousin, I don't have any other REAL close friends. All these "friends" of mine claim that they will supposedly "miss the hell out of me" if I move to Texas but sometimes I wonder 'Will they really?'.
I keep telling myself that I'm living here for my education, but is that really the truth? I don't even know what I want to do in the future. I just tell everyone I want to go to UCLA because that's in LA. Actually, they all just assumed I wanted to go to UCLA because I said I wanted to do so in sixth grade but that was just because Linkin Park lived in LA. What the hell did I know? In sixth grade, I still wanted to be a doctor. Hell no. I am not comfortable with people dying in my hands and having to tell their families that I couldn't save their loved one. Does it matter what college, no, university I go to? My main interest right now is music. What am I going to do with that? I can't even play an instrument anymore. Maybe I'll be an English language teacher in Japan...
I don't know why I'm so attached to California. Is it my "friends"? My family? The fact that I live close to a nice city like San Francisco? God, this is killing me. I'm torn in half between what my famliy wants and what I want. My family wants to be together of course. To be together, I, along with my mother, would have to move to Texas. On the other hand, I don't want to live in Texas.
My reason for not moving to Texas is that "it will be more expensive to get into a UC in Texas". That's not my reason, it's my mother's. I subconciously picked it up and now that's what I keep feeding the others. I don't know what my main reason is. I DON'T KNOW and that's what's bothering me so much. I think there's another reason why but I'm not going to mention it because it's pretty fucked up..
I admit it, I miss my dad a lot right now. So much that I'm willing to move..
Okay, enough ranting now.