La Dee Friggin' Da...

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 05:19:58 GMT

Random Thought of the Day:
I’d like to meet a guy named Art. I’d take him to a museum, hang him on the wall, criticize him and leave.

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Just got home from my parents house today...boy, that was fun.

8 hours of criticism from them. How I need to get off my ass and go back to college, and I'm a disappointment for them, and I'm setting a crappy example for my two younger sisters, and the worst, I'm living in *GASP* sin with a man. So, on the ride home, I'm miserable, and I cannot stop thinking about what they said. And we all know what happens when we dwell on something, right? It just embeds itself into your head and refuses to let go. And while, yes, I did drop out of college, I did it because I wasn't mature enough, and I didn't see the point in paying for classes if I wasn't taking it seriously. And maybe part of it is my fault for not growing up sooner, but at least I'm planning on going back. I plan on enrolling next year, once Josh and I get the money saved up, so we can afford me cutting back on my hours at work. But, try explaining that to my parents.

They know that when I say something, I mean it, and I'm not just blowing smoke up their ass, but they refuse to believe me on this. They keep trying to talk me into moving home. *They even went so far as to offer to pay off my car (I owe about $3,000 more on it) if I moved back home* As far as they are concerned, just because Josh didn't graduate from friggin' Harvard, and isn't a doctor, then he's just not good enough for me. Well, they weren't there when I had to go to the hospital back in May, so they weren't there to watch him refuse to leave my side, even when my sister got there and told him to take a break. They don't see how he holds me and tells me that I'm beautiful, even when my hair looks like a squirrel's nest. They aren't there to watch him give up his "party" lifestyle, because it's not something I'm into. They aren't there. And, I'll take Josh over $3,000 for my car anyday.

Ok, so, in other news:

Went to vote today. Had an old lady lecture me in line. Went something like this:

Old Lady: My goodness, what color is your hair? *I just dyed it deep red*
Me: Red
O.L.: Well, that's not natural
Me: Yeah, I know, I like this color better on me than "dishwater blonde" * My friend described it like that...guess it means dark dark blonde*
O.L.: Well, I think that you should keep yourself the way God made you, natural. If He meant for you to have red hair, you would have it.
Me: Yeah, and if He meant for your eyebrows to be one solid black line, he'd have made them like that Himself.
O.L.: ....*ignored me for the rest of the time in line*

Now, I normally respect my elders, but if you are gonna sit there and rampage about my personal appearance, and then say that God is unhappy with my hair color, then, you need to be shut down. Especially if you have those "creepy drawn-on old lady eyebrows".

So, it's 12:15 am, and Josh will be home from work soon **SQUEE!**, so time for me to pack it up...and if anyone does read this, feel free to add me as a friend. I can use all of those I can get :)

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