I've never been so happy to be done with a class. I'm over it. I'm over all of the irrelevant information. I'm over the memorization. I mean seriously?! Who needs to know all of the cranial nerves? A brain surgeon. Not this girl. With the development of this thing I'd like to call, the "internet" we really don't need to know all of this stupid crap. Uh, hello...Google?
Whatever, its almost over. One more lab, and 2 more lectures, which really is only one more lecture, the other is just a show up, and turn your take-home test in. ..I love take home tests.
The boyfriend is coming over tonight. He rarely comes over to my house. Because, days like today, I hate it here. I stay in my room for a reason. Its my haven. I don't want to be around my dad and my brother, because they always fight with each other, and its over the stupidest crap you could ever imagine. My mom is sleeping, which means she'll be grouchy. There's no food here, I'm hungry. The independent me says "well, go buy some groceries. or at least go pick up food, on your own." But I know that if I were to leave, and come back with food, at least 2 of the 3 other people in this house would be angry at me. I'M NEVER HOME! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO EATS ALL OF THE FOOD HERE. GIMME A FREAKING BREAK.
I've been cleaning my room all day, getting ready for my honey's arrival (haha), and I took a break to fill out my FAFSA form (its super important for school, and I've been putting it off for weeks and decided to do it today.) I needed my parents social security numbers, and their tax information. I first asked my dad, who for some reason was in a pissy mood, for the social numbers, he asked, with quite a 'tude, "Why do you need that?" "I'm filling out my college finance stuff." (ya know, so I can get a real job and get the hell out of here) "Well, what do you need our numbers for?" "I don't really know, but its asking for it" "Okay, well I'll tell you mine, but I don't know your mothers." *tells the number* I start forging through my moms purse, because you don't wake a sleeping bear. Find her card. Go on my merry way.
Then it asks for their tax information.
I wonder what kind of crap I'll get for this.
So, Independent Leigh Ann comes out again, and says "well, I know they keep their tax stuff in a filing cabinet in their room" (where the bear-my mom- is sleeping, thanks Independent Leigh Ann) So against my will, I go into the filing cabinet ... 2004, 2006, 2003, 2008, 200...not 9. Its not in there, at all. So I was just...over it at this point and said "Mom, wheres your tax stuff from this year?" Groggily she answers "in the drawer" I answer, "No, its not, I checked there." "what do you need it for?" (I wish you guys would just give me what I ask for, not the difficult) "My school finance stuff, mom." Then, I just left. Walked back in my room and started putting in bogus answers. Worse case scenario, I go to jail. ...Martha survived it, so can I. Then, about 20 minutes later I hear her shuffling papers around in her room. Thank you Mom, for taking initiative. Preesh. She finds the papers. I finish the FAFSA, end of story.
Back to the fact that my mom is cooking dinner for my boyfriend and my family. ...and there's still no food in the house. Can't wait to see what she whips up. This ought to be interesting.
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