Easter
BYU awarded me the "Pete and Arline Harman" scholarship, which is $905 per semester (adds up to about $1800 towards my first year) which is cool. Not the sum total of my financial aid, I hope, but cool. Dad is faxing them the tax returns today, so hopefully all that ought to be settled pretty soon. The tension is starting to warp my brain.
Yesterday SUCKED. Went to Grandma's for Easter dinner, and while it was cool to see Sonja and Josh and hang out with them--I lived with them freshman year, they're like, my favorite relatives--my grandmother pissed me off SO bad...
I made a patchwork skirt. It's pretty. I thought Grandma of all people would appreciate something like that, she's into big and bold stuff. Her comments totalled up to "that's nice" and then later in the evening a 20-minute lecture on the height of my waistband, which turned into a 20-minute lecture on my so-called "snippy" attitude. I'm sorry, but if you go off on my for no reason, NO DUH I'm gonna get snippy! Not only that, I'll get pissed off! The only reason I spoke to Grandma like that is because she was treating me like a retarded five-year-old. I'm not going to just take that lying down.
On the way home, I told Dad that one of these days I'm going to have enough of her treating me like poo and totally go off on the woman. He said he'll try to have a video camera on hand, it ought to be quality entertainment.
Speaking of Dad, he's leaving tomorrow for Utah. He's going for a job interview with this car-restoration company, and at this other place too. If he doesn't come back with a job I'll be rather miffed. If he does get it, he'd go out ASAP and the rest of us would finish out the school year, get the house in order, pack, and haul out west at the earliest opportunity. 'Cept me- I am bound and determined to stay here over the summer, just for Girl's Camp and Youth Conference. If I absolutely have to I'll leave with my family, but I'd prefer to camp out in someone's yard here and find an alternitive means of transport to Provo. There's bound to be sumthin'.
I cut my thumb--who knows how--and it really hurts.
Yesterday SUCKED. Went to Grandma's for Easter dinner, and while it was cool to see Sonja and Josh and hang out with them--I lived with them freshman year, they're like, my favorite relatives--my grandmother pissed me off SO bad...
I made a patchwork skirt. It's pretty. I thought Grandma of all people would appreciate something like that, she's into big and bold stuff. Her comments totalled up to "that's nice" and then later in the evening a 20-minute lecture on the height of my waistband, which turned into a 20-minute lecture on my so-called "snippy" attitude. I'm sorry, but if you go off on my for no reason, NO DUH I'm gonna get snippy! Not only that, I'll get pissed off! The only reason I spoke to Grandma like that is because she was treating me like a retarded five-year-old. I'm not going to just take that lying down.
On the way home, I told Dad that one of these days I'm going to have enough of her treating me like poo and totally go off on the woman. He said he'll try to have a video camera on hand, it ought to be quality entertainment.
Speaking of Dad, he's leaving tomorrow for Utah. He's going for a job interview with this car-restoration company, and at this other place too. If he doesn't come back with a job I'll be rather miffed. If he does get it, he'd go out ASAP and the rest of us would finish out the school year, get the house in order, pack, and haul out west at the earliest opportunity. 'Cept me- I am bound and determined to stay here over the summer, just for Girl's Camp and Youth Conference. If I absolutely have to I'll leave with my family, but I'd prefer to camp out in someone's yard here and find an alternitive means of transport to Provo. There's bound to be sumthin'.
I cut my thumb--who knows how--and it really hurts.