She’s never, ever, ever looking back.

The last time mom and I had anything that resembled a real “talk,” she told me that I “focus too much on [myself].” Now tell me, with the prospect of COLLEGE looming ahead and the lack of anything solid BEHIND ME, what am I going to focus on? I’m trying to get myself READY. I’m trying to fine tune the only solid thing I can see right now. My family seems to have daily contests to see as to who can tick me off the most; my boyfriend is residing 300+ miles away; my “best friend” is in EUROPE; my other best friend is going to be a junior and thankfully we’ve at least been hanging out some; and I know NO ONE at the school I’m going to. Man, that sure makes it easy to focus on everything but me.

MAYBE if anyone could try to act SOLID for once, then MAYBE I’d put a little faith in them. BUT. So far today, my dad has woken me up [not even to TELL ME TO WAKE UP] to kindly let me know that those boxes in my room were put there by Olivia and if I’d clean up the closet (along with cleaning the house, he nicely added), I would actually find a place for them.

I AM NOT GOING TO SPEND MY REMAINING 48 DAYS HERE SURROUNDED BY BOXES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEN, after realizing that WE HAVE NO MILK, I make a statement that has the word “fricken” in it, and since today mom feels like exercising a dumb rule that she has NEVER used on me before, she gets all offended and puts a dollop of tobasco sauce on my tongue- AND GETS IT ON MY SHIRT. Then she proceeds to try and put ANOTHER dollop on my tongue because she just didn’t think I got enough, since she kindly dropped a portion on my shirt.

SO. Sounds like a lovely and patriotic start to the fourth, eh?