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I'm stuck with the geezers. The 'rents have decided to move out to Oregon. READ: Mom made her decision, than told dad he better agree or she'd have to live without him.
I'm torn between disappointment and pleasure at the news. On the one hand, this means no great college rebellion. No going crazy with the piercing gun or tattoo needle, no openly dating the sistahs. So, really, the sitch won't be much different than it is now.
But it also means that my mom will be a happier person (and by extension a happier home). She'll be able to see both her daughters as well as her future granddaughter at her leisure. So I can't really stay upset, without feeling guilty.
SATURDAY! In case you are just dying to stalk me... SATs are tomorrow morning. Hopefully my math score will improve this second time, I've sure been studying enough. I may be going to the Homecoming Parade/ Car Show/Festival of Obnoxiousness during the early afternoon to help with the Key Club table. That depends on just how braindead I am by noon. And then, at 7... *melodramatic pause* ...we dance. Rachel is my hot date, in case you were wondering.
P.S. My Bambi toga material is now up for grabs. Best offer.
I'm torn between disappointment and pleasure at the news. On the one hand, this means no great college rebellion. No going crazy with the piercing gun or tattoo needle, no openly dating the sistahs. So, really, the sitch won't be much different than it is now.
But it also means that my mom will be a happier person (and by extension a happier home). She'll be able to see both her daughters as well as her future granddaughter at her leisure. So I can't really stay upset, without feeling guilty.
SATURDAY! In case you are just dying to stalk me... SATs are tomorrow morning. Hopefully my math score will improve this second time, I've sure been studying enough. I may be going to the Homecoming Parade/ Car Show/Festival of Obnoxiousness during the early afternoon to help with the Key Club table. That depends on just how braindead I am by noon. And then, at 7... *melodramatic pause* ...we dance. Rachel is my hot date, in case you were wondering.
P.S. My Bambi toga material is now up for grabs. Best offer.