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Mom and Little Brother are having ~fun~. Namely, Mom is force-feeding him the application for a university he doesn't want to go to (and can't go to, $$$-wise). He's filling it out because she won't shut up about it. But she is HELLBENT that he goes to Stetson, though tuition is out the wazzoo because it's private ($30-40,000 a year), and even though the university he WANTS to go to (USF) is more than likely going to pay him to go there.
It just... kills me. Little Brother's university choice is HIS choice, but she keeps pushing the matter. And I'm like, "He's 19. He knows what he has to do and if it's important to him, he'll get it done."
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Getting ready for a work dinner! Bought a CUTE new pair of shoes-- booties that lace up, very Victorian. They shall be my Narcissa Malfoy shoes.
It just... kills me. Little Brother's university choice is HIS choice, but she keeps pushing the matter. And I'm like, "He's 19. He knows what he has to do and if it's important to him, he'll get it done."
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Getting ready for a work dinner! Bought a CUTE new pair of shoes-- booties that lace up, very Victorian. They shall be my Narcissa Malfoy shoes.