Friday, June 29, 2007

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I've gotten the computer for a bit today. No writing, or working on any stories. That's fine. I need a break. I think I make up stories because my dreams that aren't stories are weird. I don't like them. So, I write in my head. It's just very odd but I don't really care. So, I'll post this random bit and get on in many days from now.

Oh! I saw puppies! They're mini aussies. They bought one. She's cute. I like puppies. Puppies make everything seem better, well until you have to start crate training. Wow, I wonder how many people will actually get that.

So, almost the 4th. Go, America! I said I moved out last post but now my parents found out and are trying to get me back. I don't get it. Once you hit seventeen all they do is talk about you moving out the next year but then when you try they freak out. Oh, maybe it's because I missed the eighteen mark. That should just be more reason for them to want me to move out though. I got a place where I can get a job, and I got somewhat of a plan, that's good enough. Even if I don't have a real plan, well, who sits there and contemplates their future? The people that do spend all their time looking to thier future miss it. Take it day by day and don't look back. Plan weeks, not years. Let's see, I was working out plans with Becca when we were in my car (which my parents are taking away and giving to my little sister).

D: Get to college and marry a football player that's in the Draft.

C: Run away, cut off all my hair, and dye it blond, and find some pirates in South America to take me aboard.

B: Join the Army.

A: Freedom. (meaning do what I want and live just to live and not just to scrap by tax collectors.)

D and C are definately out. I always wanted to join the Army but I'm not sure if I'd be useful there. I always thought I'd be of better use on the homefront. What I want, really really want, (other then a puppy) is freedom. I want to be able to walk down a street and stop to admire someone's flower bushes if I felt like it, not go rushing off to some job because I'm two minutes late. Or run to the store. Or to the market. I want to stop running, I'm tired.

Oh well, I don't think anyone ever reaches the freedom I want. I guess I should just stop complaining and let the common norm take me. I'll probably get stuck back with my parents, got to the school they pick out. I'll probably become a vet like every single person I've ever known tells me. And I'll probably marry some dude in business and have three little brats, quit my job to raise them. Then I got grandkids to look forward to. Whoopty freaking do. That's a wonderful fairytale for someone but not me.

So, I guess I'm going to fight a never-ending battle. Let it begin.
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