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Hehe, oddly enough, I feel much better now than I did earlier today. *smiles softly*
I've worked for several hours, and that's always a huge de-stresser for me, I've read what Savanna had to say (She always knows just what I want to hear. <3 her like whoa. :3 ), I've read Casey's comment, and hell, she's going through the same thing as me pretty much, and what Liz (~.n) had to say, which was nice too. n.n
So:
1)I'm no longer mad at Mom. She's just afraid... Not sure exactly of what yet, I think it's me turning into a different person, but she is quite afraid. Which is okay, I mean she's my mom, I think it's her job. Yay for parenthood. *performs a vascectomy(sp?) on self* There, good to know I'll never have to act like that.
2)I've realized that my parents had pretty much planned on supporting me in college for like 80% of the stuff I needed. Me getting a job, was just so I could pay for little things, and for the experience of holding a job. They didn't actually expect me to be pulling a full-time shift.
3)(This one's tough. x.x) I've decided if I fail the hell out anything else, I'll cut my hours back to weekends only, or set my schedule up so I can tell them in advance when I need offdays, or only work like 4 days a week or somesuch. Which I really don't want to do, because I'm going to have a few thousand bucks to throw around by the end of the summer after paying for my tuition and bills. *dances*
4)When I was talking to my mom, she said my priorities are wrong, and she's right about that too. x.x;; (Why can't I be right for once.) Without really good grades, I won't get a scholarship, and as such, will have a much harder time in the next few years, when my classes are harder, and I still need to work as much as I am now.
5)One should never lock their backpack in Moe's Southwest Grill, after lunch, and not think about it until after they close on the day before a physics test, when they don't open until after the test the next day, and all of your notes, your book, and your calculator are in the friggin' bag. *sews backpack into skin, cleans up the blood, and loses the physical capacity to make that mistake again*
I've worked for several hours, and that's always a huge de-stresser for me, I've read what Savanna had to say (She always knows just what I want to hear. <3 her like whoa. :3 ), I've read Casey's comment, and hell, she's going through the same thing as me pretty much, and what Liz (~.n) had to say, which was nice too. n.n
So:
1)I'm no longer mad at Mom. She's just afraid... Not sure exactly of what yet, I think it's me turning into a different person, but she is quite afraid. Which is okay, I mean she's my mom, I think it's her job. Yay for parenthood. *performs a vascectomy(sp?) on self* There, good to know I'll never have to act like that.
2)I've realized that my parents had pretty much planned on supporting me in college for like 80% of the stuff I needed. Me getting a job, was just so I could pay for little things, and for the experience of holding a job. They didn't actually expect me to be pulling a full-time shift.
3)(This one's tough. x.x) I've decided if I fail the hell out anything else, I'll cut my hours back to weekends only, or set my schedule up so I can tell them in advance when I need offdays, or only work like 4 days a week or somesuch. Which I really don't want to do, because I'm going to have a few thousand bucks to throw around by the end of the summer after paying for my tuition and bills. *dances*
4)When I was talking to my mom, she said my priorities are wrong, and she's right about that too. x.x;; (Why can't I be right for once.) Without really good grades, I won't get a scholarship, and as such, will have a much harder time in the next few years, when my classes are harder, and I still need to work as much as I am now.
5)One should never lock their backpack in Moe's Southwest Grill, after lunch, and not think about it until after they close on the day before a physics test, when they don't open until after the test the next day, and all of your notes, your book, and your calculator are in the friggin' bag. *sews backpack into skin, cleans up the blood, and loses the physical capacity to make that mistake again*