|I'm so ready to move on
||[Feb. 3rd, 2007|01:14 pm]
|||||Battle of who could care less-Ben Folds Five||]|
Dad made a big deal about the dishwasher being emptied. I have laundry to do. So what if someone forgot to empty the dishwasher? Empty it as soon as you remember, and then move on with your day. It's that simple. But, apparently, it's not that simple with my family. Every small thing turns into a big deal, and I'm getting sick of it. I need to move on-I've been ready to move out for quite some time-and then, I'll be happy.
Also, Dad almost invaded my privacy. Just because I'm still here does not mean that anyone has any right to violate my privacy. He asked if I was writing about him in my journal. My journal is private-and so it shall be. It's my only outlet in letting how I feel out. I can write mean things about a person, and no one can jodge me. It's one thing to see someone writing in their journal, and levaing them alone about it. But it's another thing to see someone writing in their journal, and specifically asking them if the person writing in thier journal is writing about a person (mean, good, insane, otherwise). I have a right to my privacy, just like everybody else. And my dad claims that he's being fair, when it's clear that Karl has always been the golden child?
I did get an A on my paper that I did for my thetre management project. I'm happy about that.