the week of crack.
Ok. So I have always said how great my parents are though slightly insane at times. Now the insanity is rubbing off on me and I wish I didn't live here. A few weeks ago, I wanted to live here throughout college, but I can't see them letting me live how I want to because even if they say I can do something, they always think that I'm being selfish or something to that effect. Summed up, they want me tied up in my room except to work, eat, and go to school. Once a week is what they figure is appropriate to hang out with friends, at least that's how it feels beacause they make me feel guilty everytime I want to do something with my friends when its not 1 in the afternoon.

And that, in a nutshell is why getting my license is very important to me. Then they won't be able to use their excuse of not wanting to drive me. I wonder what they'll use then. My mom is all the sudden big on the "you aren't 18 yet" kick.

I know I shouldn't be complaining too much because it's not really bad. This is more just like a report on my day to day life. Not a complaint.

Two nights ago I wanted to go out, and after finally convincing them, my father tells me I dissapoint him. How is that? I ask, and he just shakes his head. Hmm.. Well. I don't do drugs, or fail my classes, or hang out with losers. Still, he is able to find something wrong with me. Nice!

anyway. Tomorrow is Six Flags day, and I swear, everyone better have a nice time.

I have been utterly obsessed with this song these passed few days.

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - Proclaimers

When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you

When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

If I get drunk yes I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you

And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles

To fall down at your door

When I'm working yes I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you

And when the money comes in for the work I'll do

I'll pass almost every penny on to you

When I come home oh I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you

And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles

To fall down at your door

When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man whose lonely without you

When I'm dreaming well I know I'm gonna dream

Dream about the time when I'm with you

When I go out well I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

And when I come home yes I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you

I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles

To fall down at your door

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles

To fall down at your door

..........................

And now for my dream. My dream involved a hotel. And drinking. And Doug being mad because his father wasn't there. And my mom coming upstairs when me and Steve were drinking, and then she threw me out the window. The entire time Dan and Dan only wanted to swim. And then I landed in the lake after I was thrown out the window.

I think I'll start going to bed earlier from now on.

Posted by Maleta at 12:43 p.m.