Here's to the Night 8/21/2001
"Here's to the night we felt alive, Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry, Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gonna come too soon."
Who sings this song?
Anyway, it's my last night I'm at home. I sitting in my basement listening to an incredibly bad song by Dream Street. Damn teeny bopper music. Maybe it's because everyone in my family is acting like such shits, but I'm not nervous about leaving home. I mean, I'm nervous about what may or may not happen at SU, but I'm not scared about leaving home.
John and I got into another fight this afternoon. He stole my sister's water bottle right out of her hands. Then, he did the same thing to Jake. Granted, it's stupid to get mad over a stolen water bottle. But John's turning into a real bully. If you don't do what he wants, he'll make you, and he doesn't care if he hurts you. I tried to yell at him and he yelled at me to "shut the hell up and stay out of it." He told me later that I'm "eighteen going on four." Meanwhile he bullies my sister who's 4'11" and my little brother who's ten.
My mother was trying to be nice tonight. Too little, too late. John was making me laugh at dinner tonight and my mother asked, "So are you two friends now?" I insulted him. John insulted me back, and my mother says, "Well, maybe you should say good-bye to each other and get along." Good Mom, say this AFTER you act like a bitch for a week.
I guess I should sort of thank them. I mean, I'm not homesick at all. I wasn't really hungry tonight, so my mother took at as the beginnings of homesick. She tried to hold my hand later. Um, no. Call me immature, but I hold grudges. When I was scared this weekend and needed some moral support, Rebecca went over to a friends' houses, mom acted like a bitch, and Josh acted like an ass and refused to come to our last family dinner. Now they all want to patch things up? Fuck'em. The only person I can depend on is myself. I hope they don't think I'm going to actually call them when I'm up there. I decided that I'm definitely taking the paper with my new number and address on it. I don't want them calling me for at least three weeks.
I have to get up at six tomorrow so I can dye my hair ans start getting ready. I'm staying at the Sheridan on campus tomorrow night. The next night I will be my first night at college :o) I hope Linda's really a nice person. I hope we get along. I hope she likes to party and isn't one of those slugs who just hangs out in their room. Here's to the night...
Phobia of the Day: Oikophobia- Fear of home surroundings
Until later
Artist
p.s. The next time you hear from me, I will officially be a college chic
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