Listening to: Sunday Sky - Bernward Koch
Feeling: impish
I can't wait to get out of here.
new job
new house
new town
new people
new sights
new roads
I'm so sick of working at the pool. And I just barely had my first 'real' day. And I didn't even work all of it. I think four years of doing the same thing is wearing on me. Of course, I'll have to do the same job for many more than four years when I grow up. But I'm not grown up yet, so I should have something different right?
I just want to leave this place behind and start my new life. I'm starting to get really irritated with my parents (read:mom). I know she means well, but come on, I'm twenty years old. Do I really have to inform you of every step I take? She says she doesn't want to be like her mother. She sure isn't doing a good job to not turn out like her.
I love my family. But sometimes, I wish they were different.
Work at 5.30 tomorrow? I'm such a push over....
I made a new diary, I think this is the one i will be using from now on. It's gillette. I will add you to my new one!