Copperwire

My mom can be okay at time, but most of the time she is a real PITA. She does thing that she damn well knows you’ll get pissed at, and does it without regret. She was being a pain to me over the Winter break, as a result I got a job, so I don’t have to be home on the weekends and so I can have money (read: I don’t want to be dependent on her). This is also why I don’t like going home from school early. Yeah, anyone who was curious about why I never went home early, that’s why. I usually stay in my room, minding my own business. Sometimes she complains that I stay in my room too much. What the hell does she expect me to do, stay with you and pretend to be happy. No sir, I can’t do that. I will just be lying to myself. I really would like to get out of my parents house. Some friends of mine asked me to live with them next year in their apartment at Rutgers. I am going to live with them, but I haven’t told my mom yet. I plan to leave that to the last minute, just like how I kept my job a secert from her. I was working a month before she realized that I had a job. I hope this change of housing arrangment will help me be better at life. I can’t, for the life of me, study at home. It’s impossible, my room is too crowded, and the downstairs area is too noisy. I do wish that this works out.

I think I’m being my own person now. I really keep my own finances, and earn my own money. I don’t really have the help of anyone else to “hold my hand”. I started to realize this when I was applying for college. Most people had their parent do their applications or at least clued them in on what was happening. Both my parent were more or less in the dark. It’s not like i wanted to keep them in the dark, it’s just that they wanted to be in the dark. My dad in encouraging, but he is not that helpful in the paperwork area. My mom is better in the paperwork area, but she refused to help me. I always asked her to at least review my applications, she always just said “okay” and went away. It’s funny to hear how some of my friends parents are so controlling of them. “You can’t get this, you must be home by this time”. Not for me, I really buy whatever I want and come home whenever time I want. Some people my like this “freedom”, but it’s really a pain in the ass knowing there is no one there to help you up when you fall on your ass.

Note to self: Stop smashing your left knee into a shopping cart at work.
(anyone wondering about my limp, there you go)