trouble in paradise
Apparently when I went up to Flagstaff for Music Camp, I spent too much money. In fact, I spent more money than I was going to be making... about $200 over. So now I've paid off for the first car repair and this Friday I'll be paying off the second car repair... but I didn't really know how strapped were for money, and I feel bad, because apparently we're taking care of my grandmother and her money, since the business she part-owned went bankrupt because of one of their buyers in Wisconsin.
So I've been trying to figure out how to get the credit card away from myself, but I always manage to need it - like when my mom asks if I can pick something up at the store, etc. Well, my problem of grabbing the wrong card should be fixed because my debit card is now gold, and the new credit card is black.
But while my mom was giving me the full guilt speech, she kept saying that she didn't want me to do massage therapy; that it wouldn't give benefits, and I told her that if I did massage therapy, it would be in like 5 years and that it was my choice if I wanted to. Then she went in to asking why I did 4 years of a History degree if I wasn't going to use it. So I told her that any good job nowadays requires a bachelors degree... and I love History.. I wouldn't have done well with a Business degree. So I told her that if I decide I want to be a teacher, I'll just go for a year or two to a community college and get the teaching certification... which brought her into saying I could go down here (@ the UofA) and get my degree here, live at home, etc.
Here's my problem - I don't want to live at home after I graduate.. I want to live in an apartment... If I can't live up in Flagstaff with my college friends or Josh, then I'll probably live down here in Tucson with my cousin or with Heather, because I can't stand the idea that I would be living with my parents still at age 22, and my mom got all offended and upset. Sometimes I hate being an only child.
On a middle-ground note, I have a good chance of working at Weenie-barn (I can't actually spell the name of the place, but its a hotdog, fast food place that starts with a W... most of you know it). I am meeting with the manager again on Thursday with my application and stuff. Its not a whole lot but its something, and he said that they could have me trained for this summer so I can come back over Christmas, which is good 'cause I'll need Christmas gift money.
And while I'm typing this, I am STILL getting reamed.. for wanting my toe-nails painted while I was up at camp... I was just told "wait for nails to be painted when you are a rich suburbanite." I just want to get out of here. If I live off my own money, then I won't have the excuse in the back of my head that "I can have my parents pay for it," whatever "it" is.
It is so hard for me not to yell and freak out and argue with my mother right now, that it is not even funny.
So I've been trying to figure out how to get the credit card away from myself, but I always manage to need it - like when my mom asks if I can pick something up at the store, etc. Well, my problem of grabbing the wrong card should be fixed because my debit card is now gold, and the new credit card is black.
But while my mom was giving me the full guilt speech, she kept saying that she didn't want me to do massage therapy; that it wouldn't give benefits, and I told her that if I did massage therapy, it would be in like 5 years and that it was my choice if I wanted to. Then she went in to asking why I did 4 years of a History degree if I wasn't going to use it. So I told her that any good job nowadays requires a bachelors degree... and I love History.. I wouldn't have done well with a Business degree. So I told her that if I decide I want to be a teacher, I'll just go for a year or two to a community college and get the teaching certification... which brought her into saying I could go down here (@ the UofA) and get my degree here, live at home, etc.
Here's my problem - I don't want to live at home after I graduate.. I want to live in an apartment... If I can't live up in Flagstaff with my college friends or Josh, then I'll probably live down here in Tucson with my cousin or with Heather, because I can't stand the idea that I would be living with my parents still at age 22, and my mom got all offended and upset. Sometimes I hate being an only child.
On a middle-ground note, I have a good chance of working at Weenie-barn (I can't actually spell the name of the place, but its a hotdog, fast food place that starts with a W... most of you know it). I am meeting with the manager again on Thursday with my application and stuff. Its not a whole lot but its something, and he said that they could have me trained for this summer so I can come back over Christmas, which is good 'cause I'll need Christmas gift money.
And while I'm typing this, I am STILL getting reamed.. for wanting my toe-nails painted while I was up at camp... I was just told "wait for nails to be painted when you are a rich suburbanite." I just want to get out of here. If I live off my own money, then I won't have the excuse in the back of my head that "I can have my parents pay for it," whatever "it" is.
It is so hard for me not to yell and freak out and argue with my mother right now, that it is not even funny.