Monday, July 24, 2006

Freaking 'rents

Dude, you know what really sucks about my life right now? I’m 18 and graduated, yet my parents still have control over me and what I do. Their only excuse is that I’m still “living under their roof.” Which, technically isn’t really theirs, as they don’t pay for it… the government does. Anyways, that’s not the point… They tell me to look for a job, I look. I find a job I’m interested in doing, they tell me I can’t do it. What. The. HELK?! Okay, so it’s a bartender job, and my mom’s a little paranoid about it. But, it’s at hotels and stuff like that… nothing really bad is going to happen about it. Of course, they tell me that I can’t do it until after I call them and get the stuff. They better not expect me to call to cancel and return the stuff. If they don’t want me to do that job, they will do that part. I’m not about to call them again just to tell I can’t do it, right after I just called them not to long ago. It’s what they want, so they’ll do it. Not me. Pissed me off too much already.

That’s not the only thing they did about this ‘find a job’ thing… I found another job, and my dad didn’t want to take me so I could apply. I don’t have the car, he does. I don’t know where it is, he can find it. I highly doubt I could find the place in this big city; it’s so confusing to me. He’s the one who wanted to move here, so the least he could do is take me to the place. He knows his way around this city and can find a place easy. I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. So, if they want me to find a job, they can at least help in some ways, since they do seem to have control over my life. And on top of that, they think it’s a job I can do. Yet, still NO help from them at all.

Not only that, they wouldn’t let me go visit my friend in CA. Again, they bring up the excuse that I’m still “living under their roof.” I don’t see why still living under ‘their’ roof has to do with anything about me going to visit my friend. It’s not like they were going to pay for any of it. I only needed a ride to the airport and be picked up, which my brother said he would do (unlikely), so they didn’t really have to do anything at all. I really don’t see why I need their permission to go some where, now that I’m 18.

Kami, I can’t wait to get out of this house. Away from them… I don’t know when that’s going to be, but I do know that it’s going to be as soon as I have enough money to move away. Where will I move to? That I’m not sure of either. I just know it’s going to be in another state than where they are living. Maybe back to Colorado Springs, where I at least know how to get around some of the city. Plus, I still have friends that live there. I’m sure they’ll help me out a little… maybe. If they remember me still. Gah, oh wells.

Maybe I should just put the gun against my head and blow my brains out now. That way, they don’t have to help me get a job or tell me not to have a certain job. They won’t have to provide to me anymore, and I’m sure they won’t mind. I mean… I’m no use to them anymore, now that I’m 18 I don’t rake in that child money… whatever that’s called.

ANYways…. FILE DELETING TIME!!! Since I seem not to be able to write well...

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