omgwtfbbq. roflcopter.

So stop pretending.

I’ve been at my dad’s house for a couple days now, just hanging out mostly and getting little things done I suppose. I have to print out some stuff for school to get filled out but mostly I’m ready to move in and for classes to start. It’s relatively boring here, actually. I’d imagine that relaxing in a nice little gated community, near a beach, with a pool and tennis courts and what-not would leave much to do, but not exactly. For the most part I sleep in until I feel like getting up, eat something, do whatever my stepmom needs me to do to help out, watch tv for forever, eat dinner or go out, go swimming, come home, hang out until sleep time. I’ve been doing this for about three days now, and I’m going insane. Not to mention, my dad’s house is completely different than how I live/how I’ve ever lived. If I leave a shirt (yes, one shirt) on the floor, I get some sort of lecture about how I need to get into the habit of being neat and how my room “looks like a tornado hit it”. Now, really. The same goes for leaving something like a spoon in the sink. I don’t know, maybe there was something much more important to do than stop and wash that one spoon. Nine days until move-in. I’m so excited.

I really have no idea what I want to do in college. I’m waiting for some sort of breakthrough or epiphany.

Jenny.