A means to an end

Perhaps I should look at Foogwah in a different way. If he didn't act like such a foogwah, I wouldn't feel the urge to leave the house on Fridays the way I do without feeling guilty.

If he tells me that I'm shaming him when I come home on Sunday, I'll tell him I'm moving out and he won't have to worry about my shaming him anymore.

Foogwah

I live with a bitter melon, and his name is Dad.

I got home after my 18 hour day, surprisingly happy about my test score and I'm telling my mom about it, and he has to rain on my parade.

"If you need to shower, shower now," he says as he gives me a nasty look. Like I smell bad or something.

You know, if I pay to live here, you'd think I'd have the freedom to choose when I want to take a shower.

Seriously.... If you know of someone who's renting out a teeny weenie apartment, let me know.

Escape

I'm not home, therefore I am happy.

It's just a year...

If anybody has a room in their house that I can rent, I'll take it and then tell off my dad and leave. And I won't tell them where I go. To show that I'm not a total bitch, I'll still send them car payments.

I will disappear every weekend.

My head will explode if I stay here too long.

Unhappy

Why pay to live under worse conditions than I did when I was in high school? I don't have a bedroom anymore, and I can't even leave my toothbrush in the bathroom.

Now I'm getting in trouble for wanting to spend a few nights away from home because my father is afraid of what people might think. Honestly, it'll be him who broadcasts the information anyway, so what does that say about how much he cares what people think?

Then he stops talking about it and says he's too busy. If it's so important, why can't he make time?

I had better get into a law school and get away.

Would you like some ice cream with your cone?

I can't believe I let this whole summer slip away without having a single ice cream cone! Yes, I've had ice cream, but no cones, so I rectified the situation last night by purchasing some at Acme. I was standing there for so long choosing which cone. They have fudge dipped ones now! I went with the good ol' sugar cones though. I liked the cones so much that I didn't bother putting ice cream on the top. I just put a couple spoons of it in the cone and started eating the cone right away. That way I can have 2 cones without feeling guilty!

Same old, same old

Just to let the four people who read this thing know, I'm still alive, but life's a little too boring to write about.