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I want to create my own world. If I can't have that how about a nation? No?! Well, then a city? Nope. A house? Yea you can do that.
I was planning on working this summer to raise some money for living arrangements, instead of a dorm, especially because I'm not going to a school with residence halls. But now I found a Montessori teaching school in Rochester. This too is a year long program where you go to school for 6 weeks in the summer and then intern all winter. I so want to do that. Because then I can still go to massage therapy school two nights a week and possibly get paid for the intern. So after one year, I am up two associates degree. The only problem would be that I may not have time for a job in the summer, it starts the day after Bonnaroo (for which I'll miss Amber's grad party), I may not get paid for the internship, and then there's not much time left over to take art and photography and cooking and gardening and ballet and kickboxing...
So I'm really sick of this house and instead of your mamma jokes I'm going to make up my broda jokes, and these are true too. My broda is so half-assed that he doesn't finish ripping the cardboard top of the Kleenex. My broda is so lazy that he shaves his whole body, but doesn't brush it off, so it falls all around him and onto his (and mine- EHH!) toothbrush. My brother is so disgusting that he buys weight watchers chocolate protein something or other powder and then add Hershey's Syrup.
Okay now on to the rest of the family to finish my bitching: My sister is such a bitch that she takes all my washed and wet clothes out of the dryer and all my dry clothes out of the dryer and throws them on the floor to make room for her laundry. When nicely given a note explaining that I usually bring her dry stuff to her bed and then transfer her wet stuff to the dryer, she replied with a f*** you (like that too) and a drawing of a hand giving the bird. This is a prime example to show my parents that it is her and not I. But somehow it would become my fault, like I was mocking her or am too hard for Taylor to live up to.
My dad is still completely unorganized and illogical around the house which greatly upsets me because he is a Taurus and used to be my partner in combatting the filth.
And my mom. My mom thinks she's hot shit, and I mean that more mentally. My mom is a hypocrite. She makes fun of people for talking to much. Well, I think she is too fucking loud. She is bossy and condesending. She puts the dirty pots in the right side of the sink, filled with water and hidden utensils in water you don't want to submerge your hand in. She gets pissy with me when I tell her not to eat the cookies because they are to help save the newspaper, but makes me late because Taylor needed frosting for her disgusting cake for no purpose. But mostly she doesn't listen. I feel like she doesn't know me at all, and I really don't want to be around her for enough time for her to get it.
So basically, I pulled a stupid fucking Greenwooded movie metaphor.
But all I want is for people to fill up their own water bottle and leave me some dinner. And wipe up their hair.
I still want out though.
I was planning on working this summer to raise some money for living arrangements, instead of a dorm, especially because I'm not going to a school with residence halls. But now I found a Montessori teaching school in Rochester. This too is a year long program where you go to school for 6 weeks in the summer and then intern all winter. I so want to do that. Because then I can still go to massage therapy school two nights a week and possibly get paid for the intern. So after one year, I am up two associates degree. The only problem would be that I may not have time for a job in the summer, it starts the day after Bonnaroo (for which I'll miss Amber's grad party), I may not get paid for the internship, and then there's not much time left over to take art and photography and cooking and gardening and ballet and kickboxing...
So I'm really sick of this house and instead of your mamma jokes I'm going to make up my broda jokes, and these are true too. My broda is so half-assed that he doesn't finish ripping the cardboard top of the Kleenex. My broda is so lazy that he shaves his whole body, but doesn't brush it off, so it falls all around him and onto his (and mine- EHH!) toothbrush. My brother is so disgusting that he buys weight watchers chocolate protein something or other powder and then add Hershey's Syrup.
Okay now on to the rest of the family to finish my bitching: My sister is such a bitch that she takes all my washed and wet clothes out of the dryer and all my dry clothes out of the dryer and throws them on the floor to make room for her laundry. When nicely given a note explaining that I usually bring her dry stuff to her bed and then transfer her wet stuff to the dryer, she replied with a f*** you (like that too) and a drawing of a hand giving the bird. This is a prime example to show my parents that it is her and not I. But somehow it would become my fault, like I was mocking her or am too hard for Taylor to live up to.
My dad is still completely unorganized and illogical around the house which greatly upsets me because he is a Taurus and used to be my partner in combatting the filth.
And my mom. My mom thinks she's hot shit, and I mean that more mentally. My mom is a hypocrite. She makes fun of people for talking to much. Well, I think she is too fucking loud. She is bossy and condesending. She puts the dirty pots in the right side of the sink, filled with water and hidden utensils in water you don't want to submerge your hand in. She gets pissy with me when I tell her not to eat the cookies because they are to help save the newspaper, but makes me late because Taylor needed frosting for her disgusting cake for no purpose. But mostly she doesn't listen. I feel like she doesn't know me at all, and I really don't want to be around her for enough time for her to get it.
So basically, I pulled a stupid fucking Greenwooded movie metaphor.
But all I want is for people to fill up their own water bottle and leave me some dinner. And wipe up their hair.
I still want out though.