Blogs seem to be a popular spot for teenagers to complain about things. One of the things that teenagers commonly complain about is their parents.
Isn't it most teenagers' dream for their parents to drop off the face of the earth and have the whole house to themselves? Sure it is. I mean, parents want us to do things like clean our room, don't backtalk, spend (or save) money responsibly, don't stay out all night without calling them, and keep up on homework and other responsibilities. Nag, nag, nag. It gets so old. And it's all obviously because they hate us kids. Why else would they make life so miserable?
It's really pretty silly. Even though my parents are for the most part fairly generous with my liberties and largely don't tell me what to do and not to do, I thought it would be nice to spend some time away from them. In some ways it is nice, but overall it isn't. This is dull. All I can do is sit around and wait for the evening to come so I can go out and do something.
I guess I could vacuum.
It really doesn't make a whole lot of sense though because my parents always would do their thing around the house and I'd do mine. My parents weren't really company during the day. But I guess they were better than nothing.
I just pulled on a hangnail and it ripped right over into tender living flesh. I'd rather have someone occupying this house than do
that again.
Surprise! I'm white
In other news, an opportunity for me to go on ECHO for free came up about as quickly as it went away thanks to Purdue's Day On Campus. That stinks.
On Monday I got to drive Uncle Jim's 1965 Ford F100. It was unlike anything I've ever driven before. No power steering, no power brakes, the shocks are shot, and it's a three speed manual with the shifter on the column (three on the tree). It took some getting used to (especially the brakes). I was practicing with the brakes, trying to stop at mailboxes and whatnot. It took me about five tries before I wouldn't overshoot them by over ten feet.
music: Coldplay - Politik