I forget sometimes that my opinion is wrong...
I got in a fight with my Gramma. I apparently project that she's judgemental of me, my choices, and my friends. I'm wrong and she's right because she helps pay my tuition. She also thinks that my plan is to be on my own once I get my bond money.
FUCK. I'm gonna be SOL for the next few years of my life if I get my support cut.
Also, I have a killer headache.
UPDATE (because you're all dying to know): I threw up earlier. Then took an Aleve and felt much better.
I had dinner with my Aunt Stacy and got to hug my Aunt Kathi. They're both from Colorado and I usually see them when I visit Uncle Bruce.
Also, I learned that I have half-siblings and I may be an aunt myself. This would mean so much more to me if I had ever met these people.
FUCK. I'm gonna be SOL for the next few years of my life if I get my support cut.
Also, I have a killer headache.
UPDATE (because you're all dying to know): I threw up earlier. Then took an Aleve and felt much better.
I had dinner with my Aunt Stacy and got to hug my Aunt Kathi. They're both from Colorado and I usually see them when I visit Uncle Bruce.
Also, I learned that I have half-siblings and I may be an aunt myself. This would mean so much more to me if I had ever met these people.