Ooh...Friday, October 13th! Scary, or just coincidence?
It's Friday the 13th. I know what my boyfriend's doing. He's going to have a Friday the 13th marathon all to himself because he just bought the boxset. He's very excited.
On my part, I see nothing significant about Friday the 13th. Why is it supposed to be scary again? I don't remember. Does anyone? Aside from the movies??
Enough about that. Let's talk about me!
I need a career. I need to make enough money to pay off my student loans within the next year or two, and then I can LEAVE THIS HOUSE!!!
I realized the other day that my life when I was living alone was not a blessed one, but it was my own. I made the rules, I kept the rules, and I broke the rules. No one could tell me what I could or could not do.
Granted, when I have a place of my own, it's not like I will expect to have the money to drink every weekend or party all the time. I don't expect a perfect life. I am a realist, and I know that living on my own is not the "dream" life that my parents think I think I would be living. But I want a life, period. Living here does not make this life mine. It makes it my father's my mother's, my sister's , my dog's. And while I appreciate all they care and want to help, I can't let them do it for much longer.
I know if I left the house, not much would change. I would still get it from my dad, I would still have to put up with my mom's opinions of everything, and my sisters trying to boss me around. (They do it with all the love in their hearts, I know, I know.) But when all I want is a beer with my dinner, I will be able to have that. When all I want is to go out to dinner with Gabriel, I will have that, even if it is just Taco Bell. And when all I want is a bowl of ice cream, I will be able to have that (although I know I won't let myself buy ice cream).
On my part, I see nothing significant about Friday the 13th. Why is it supposed to be scary again? I don't remember. Does anyone? Aside from the movies??
Enough about that. Let's talk about me!
I need a career. I need to make enough money to pay off my student loans within the next year or two, and then I can LEAVE THIS HOUSE!!!
I realized the other day that my life when I was living alone was not a blessed one, but it was my own. I made the rules, I kept the rules, and I broke the rules. No one could tell me what I could or could not do.
Granted, when I have a place of my own, it's not like I will expect to have the money to drink every weekend or party all the time. I don't expect a perfect life. I am a realist, and I know that living on my own is not the "dream" life that my parents think I think I would be living. But I want a life, period. Living here does not make this life mine. It makes it my father's my mother's, my sister's , my dog's. And while I appreciate all they care and want to help, I can't let them do it for much longer.
I know if I left the house, not much would change. I would still get it from my dad, I would still have to put up with my mom's opinions of everything, and my sisters trying to boss me around. (They do it with all the love in their hearts, I know, I know.) But when all I want is a beer with my dinner, I will be able to have that. When all I want is to go out to dinner with Gabriel, I will have that, even if it is just Taco Bell. And when all I want is a bowl of ice cream, I will be able to have that (although I know I won't let myself buy ice cream).