My parents have a hard time with letting go. I know this is true with most parents, but don’t they realize how much it annoys the child when you treat them like they are 2 years old forever? I know it definitely annoys me. I just don’t feel like I should tell them every little thing that’s going on in my life, or what I want to do with my money or whatnot. If I wanted their opinion I would ask. I know if I was living under their roof, if they were supporting me financially things would be different, but they don’t…so why the pressure? It gets on my nerves. I want to get a Sidekick just because I think it’ll be useful and I want it…so why all the questions? I can’t just go out and get it like I wanted to because I have my mother’s cell phone in my name and that will cause confusion with the bill…and when I asked for her to put the SK in her name they start asking me all these questions. I don’t like dealing with questions. If I want something I just like getting it and getting it over with. I don’t like explaining every little step. I could see if I was irresponsible, but I pay bills like clockwork. I’m good at saving and I find little random jobs here and there to make the cash. I just didn’t want to get my dad into this because then he’ll wonder where I’m getting money from and he still doesn’t know I have a job. My mom knows, and she’s stressing me about putting the phone on his line and I know that will just cause problems. I want to do this on my own because it’s something that I want, and I can’t even do that.

I’m getting tired of this site. Whenever I get some time I’m gonna make a generic blog layout or something. I’ve been so busy lately. Actually I should be doing something now but I’ve been procrastinating for the past 2 hours. I just don’t wanna I want to spiral curl my hair, but I don’t want to put any heat in it. My hair is sooooo straight and I know when I put heat in it it’s just gonna look fried. I thought I ordered some curlers online but they never showed up…I also cut my hair today I look weird with short hair. Whenever I get a chance to go back to Detroit I’m gonna get it cut into a bob-like style. I want my hair to grow back even, so that’s about the only thing that I can do.

I need to start working out. I think I’m gaining weight and that’s not what I want to do.

These chicks were rushing last night and they were making so much noise in the hall. Well, rush was Tuesday so I guess they were having the lil soro-parties. I know they were drunk though. Too drunk.

Friday night and I’m stuck at home studying. This bites.