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My Summer
Monday-Thurday:
Wake up at 10. Go to school (Contemporary Philosophy & Ballroom Dance) from 12-5:30. Do homework. Chill otherwise.
Friday-Sunday:
Wake up at 8. Go to work in Hollywood at a high-class smoke shop from 10-6. Work with glass, sell glass, meet glass artists and distributors, and apprentice in a glass shop they are building in the back. Do some more homework after, probably.
Study Italian every chance I get.
Well, I feel kind of good about myself, compared to the lazy life I've been living the last half year.
Wish my parents were impressed too. But as far as they see it, I'm working with a bunch of drug addicts and being lazy and being raped by my drug addict employers, because "I like the thrill" as they say.
Even though all they've been bitching about lately is GO WORK ANYWHERE! GO MOP TOILETS AT STARBUCKS! JUST GET A JOB!
And now that I get a job that actually has something to do with my career, of course, the first thing they have to do is find anything wrong with it possibly even though they have no real facts to base it off of besides "I have an interview at Hollywood".
I am pissed, but I'm not surprised.
God, maybe I should have gone to fucking law school.
They are supportive parents 100%. 200%. But they just don't get how to do it.
You'd think after living with me for 21 years, they'd understand who I am and how many fucking things are wrong with me, and how I function.
Figure it out, I'll never be up to your impossibly high standards. Just accept it, move on, and start treating me like a daughter and not a fucking roommate.
Monday-Thurday:
Wake up at 10. Go to school (Contemporary Philosophy & Ballroom Dance) from 12-5:30. Do homework. Chill otherwise.
Friday-Sunday:
Wake up at 8. Go to work in Hollywood at a high-class smoke shop from 10-6. Work with glass, sell glass, meet glass artists and distributors, and apprentice in a glass shop they are building in the back. Do some more homework after, probably.
Study Italian every chance I get.
Well, I feel kind of good about myself, compared to the lazy life I've been living the last half year.
Wish my parents were impressed too. But as far as they see it, I'm working with a bunch of drug addicts and being lazy and being raped by my drug addict employers, because "I like the thrill" as they say.
Even though all they've been bitching about lately is GO WORK ANYWHERE! GO MOP TOILETS AT STARBUCKS! JUST GET A JOB!
And now that I get a job that actually has something to do with my career, of course, the first thing they have to do is find anything wrong with it possibly even though they have no real facts to base it off of besides "I have an interview at Hollywood".
I am pissed, but I'm not surprised.
God, maybe I should have gone to fucking law school.
They are supportive parents 100%. 200%. But they just don't get how to do it.
You'd think after living with me for 21 years, they'd understand who I am and how many fucking things are wrong with me, and how I function.
Figure it out, I'll never be up to your impossibly high standards. Just accept it, move on, and start treating me like a daughter and not a fucking roommate.