May 22, 2008 19:16
Hm. So I applied for three more jobs today. That brings my total to six. I think it's bad that on the one hand I hope I don't get a job because I don't really want one, but on the other hand I hope I do get one because I'm sick of listening to my mom bitch at me about getting one. When do I get to start living my own life? I know that I'm still 100% dependent on my parents for everything... Blah. What the fuck. I need to get my shit together. And when I say my shit I mean my life.
Today I was in my parent's bedroom and my mom has a few pictures of me on her bureau, so I was looking at them. I said something about not looking good in one versus looking okay in another. so then she took it upon herself to point out that I'm wearing my glasses in the one I think I don't look so hot in. THANKS, MOM. I thought parents were supposed to tell you that you looked good no matter what. I mean, I told her a week ago I didn't want to order contacts when I went to the eye doctor next because I never wear them anymore, so it'd be a waste of money. But, since she's paying, maybe now I will get them. Just because. Not because I'm going to wear them more. I guess when my mom taught me to treat other people how I want to be treated I've only learned she must want to be treated like a bitch.