im lazy to spin tonight, but i have to promote my t-shirt business.
i need to get out of this house and i mean, REALLY get out of this house. not for the day, not temporarily, forever.
no, i dont hate my parents... hmm maybe my dad.. im starting to hate the person im becoming. okay, hate is a strong word. more like loathe...
i tell people i still live with my parents even when im still 25. i get mixed reactions. some people are like "oooh, that must be fun." in a sarcastic tone, of course. cuz its not mostly accustom here in the US. the older people seem to say "wow, you're lucky. take advantage of it. it must be hella nice." ... yeh, i am lucky. im lucky that my parents continue to support me but i believe i may be too lucky ... nah mean? i have all the basic essentials i need and because of that, im getting fat and lazy. not just physically, but personally too.
so i need to get out of this house. away from the comfort. away from the junk food. away from the luxuries. away from satellite tv. away from being too comfortable. i dont blame my parents. i blame myself, if i was another person, i might be able to take advantage of living here and save money (like some people have suggested) but i dont think that's going to happen. i tend to learn things the hard way. at least for the bigger lesssons in life. but my parents are SO nice. bless their hearts. i wish they'd get fed up and throw me out, but where am i gonna go? hahah damn college life.