Psychobiography

I am taking a moment out of a stupid mess of a to-do list to check my pretty blue page and read up on favorite people here.

I am still in college. I feel okay pointing the finger at the parents for that one, because life with little kids + college = chaos of an unfriendly kind. I'm grateful to my wealthy uncle for the dollars that sent my ass back. The student loans are another story. Thinking about them is like thinking about over-cutting a toenail. Uughh! Cringe. Shiver. Uughhhh.

My dad has ALWAYS avoided conversations about college. It's okay, dad, really. Your $400 for my two classes at community college changed my life forever. How can I ever repay you? Now, I'm forgetting about the other money he's helped with...

When I told him my plan for the fall after high school graduation--to rent a house in Columbus with three guys (one a former boyfriend and another a later fling) and start school at community college--he threw in $.02 telling me my idea was bad. Then when I told him I met with a Navy recruiter, another $.02 telling me that women don't do that. I asked him to help foot the Kent State bill a little, and he said no. He's not even remarried or anything! Uhhhh! I'm going to stop there. It's really pointless and painful to think about.

Oh, one more thing. He's proud of himself for correctly foreseeing my sister's future (she is a housewife with three kids, same as me but without a degree). WTF do you expect your kids to do when you don't even talk to them about college?!!! And what does that leave him expecting from me? I wasn't born a boy, which was the first strike against me.

Uughhhhhhh!

It's all true, however pitiful of me. I do pray for my dad in order to make me like him. Really, I'm quite happy today, despite the fact that I must return to a paper on the Sun's equilibrium. Something about gravity pulling inward and pressure pushing outward. Sounds like my passive/aggressive family.

Then I need to buy more diapers, coffee, and Advil (three main staples in this house), which is TOO FUNNY to me because it reminds me of this weekend's Jupiter, Mars, Mercury bunching in the southeast sky--a sight that won't happen again until 2053. Look at it before sunrise, possibly after sunset. I'm probably not making sense. The three items on my list don't usually run low all together and so convenient.

And I need to start shopping for X-Mas. Plus I have a wish list a mile long of things I want. Boo hoo, I'm not gonna get them.




	Psychobiography Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 201362 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2006-12-09 3:18 PM I don't know. More stuff from me. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) I am taking a moment out of a stupid mess of a to-do list to check my pretty blue page and read up on favorite people here. I am still in college. I feel okay pointing the finger at the parents for that one, because life with little kids + college = chaos of an unfriendly kind. I'm grateful to my wealthy uncle for the dollars that sent my ass back. The student loans are another story. Thinking about them is like thinking about over-cutting a toenail. Uughh! Cringe. Shiver. Uughhhh. My dad has ALWAYS avoided conversations about college. It's okay, dad, really. Your $400 for my two classes at community college changed my life forever. How can I ever repay you? Now, I'm forgetting about the other money he's helped with... When I told him my plan for the fall after high school graduation--to rent a house in Columbus with three guys (one a former boyfriend and another a later fling) and start school at community college--he threw in $.02 telling me my idea was bad. Then when I told him I met with a Navy recruiter, another $.02 telling me that women don't do that. I asked him to help foot the Kent State bill a little, and he said no. He's not even remarried or anything! Uhhhh! I'm going to stop there. It's really pointless and painful to think about. Oh, one more thing. He's proud of himself for correctly foreseeing my sister's future (she is a housewife with three kids, same as me but without a degree). WTF do you expect your kids to do when you don't even talk to them about college?!!! And what does that leave him expecting from me? I wasn't born a boy, which was the first strike against me. Uughhhhhhh! It's all true, however pitiful of me. I do pray for my dad in order to make me like him. Really, I'm quite happy today, despite the fact that I must return to a paper on the Sun's equilibrium. Something about gravity pulling inward and pressure pushing outward. Sounds like my passive/aggressive family. Then I need to buy more diapers, coffee, and Advil (three main staples in this house), which is TOO FUNNY to me because it reminds me of this weekend's Jupiter, Mars, Mercury bunching in the southeast sky--a sight that won't happen again until 2053. Look at it before sunrise, possibly after sunset. I'm probably not making sense. The three items on my list don't usually run low all together and so convenient. And I need to start shopping for X-Mas. Plus I have a wish list a mile long of things I want. Boo hoo, I'm not gonna get them. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top