several aspects of limbo
So. Went to work. Worked. Boss came in grumpy, but his mood lifted rather quickly. Before I left, he and I sat down, and he gave me a nice little motivational speech--basically saying to not kill myself with school and extracurriculars and self-imposed pressure. He also said that as long as I "do things the right way," he'll always be in my corner and help me out in whatever way he can. And although he said that my obligations to his office were now over, he could always use my help if I ever wanted to come back, even just sporadically through the year. Sigh. Good man.
Watched the varsity volleyball game tonight. I graduated just in time, because this year they got ALL spandex uniforms--last year just the bottoms were spandex. And I heard the coaches are ridiculous--two players quit already this year.
Coming home to an empty house--not always pleasant. Somehow, eventually, I'm going to have to reconcile my not wanting to get married and not wanting to live alone. Even worse, it's dark. And I'm home alone. Shudder.
Dad is, again, blaming me and mom for the fact that his life is turning into a shithole. Because, of course, it was us who made him lose his job, us that made him violent, us that made in irrational, us that caused his psychosis He is so right. We are responsible for everything.
All I want to do is read poetry. I'm a wannabe bohemian....
Robbie keeps telling about all the people coming to the Dame. And how he's going. And I'm 18, which blows. Honestly, the whole 21 thing? What the hell?
One day, 12 hours, and eight minutes til I move in. (Does anyone else love the countdown feature on their cellphone?) I'm posting so much lately because NO ONE ELSE LIVES HERE ANYMORE.
Can I be yours, can I be your hostage everyday...
Time for grilled cheese and ranch dressing.