sooooo. exciting news. in less than two weeks, john and i will be living here:
(minus some weirdo’s toyota.)
& my favorite part:
(i’m sure john is hoping i’ll spend a lot of time here…)
I’m excited though. i’ve never had my own house. although i guess technically if you’re just renting, it’s still not your own house. but that’s beside the point. i won’t share my mailbox with a hundred+ other people!
john’s excited because he can “have music up as loud as he wants!” (pshhh. like i would let him).
all in all, i think it’s a good thing. it’s still a thousand miles away from the people i love most (not counting john, obviously) but i guess sometimes you have to have that distance to realize you need it. er, something like that.
maybe one day john and i will make tons of money, and we can live wherever we want to, and i can have a baby and stay at home, and make dinner… wow. any feminist out there would kill me for saying that.
but sometimes, you know what you want to do with your life, eventually, and no one else’s opinion means anything to you.
i’m going to visit my kitty at lunchtime today (the one i “rescued” from the kill shelter… yes. i went back. no, smooshed face was not there…) ava told me she would keep miss attitude for me until i move, so that’s a little stress off me :]
by the way – i stopped and got gas this morning. since when does $4.00 give you a quarter of a tank?!
this is nice.
in other news – my dad apparently googled me and found this blog (hi, dad!)
i think that’s hilarious, and i think my dad is hilarious.
i guess i better watch my language on here from now on, although i’m sure i probably won’t.
i hate pretending to be something, or anything, i’m not.
i think somehow my parents taught me that one.
i wonder if parents ever regret the things they teach their children, such as “don’t be hypocritical”, or “don’t lie about anything”… because what happens when your children grow up, and you want them to be a certain way, or do certain things, but they’re far more concerned about not being hypocritical that they refuse to pretend?
i guess eventually you have to let them go and pray to god they turn out okay,
and be there for them when they need you…
because in the end, they’ll always be your little girl (or boy…)
and i don’t think you ever stop needing your parents.
i know i sure haven’t.
maybe this is why people wait a while to have kids…