College, here I come

August 14, 2001 | 04:31 PM

I am so counting down the days until I leave this place and move into the dorm. Right now I'm at 10. So, ten more days, and I can come and go as I please, wear & listen to whatever I want, and not have to deal with my parents telling me that I have to be this way or that way. I am ready to get away from their disapproval. Not that they're that bad or anything; I just figure it's time I start doing things on my own is all. Today my mom asked me if I could get books for her from the library I work at. I know what that means. I'm going to have to go hunting for Catholic Mariology books. I don't want to. I'm sure this is the same way she feels when she uses my car, and gets a blast of nofx when she turns on the ignition. It makes me uncomfortable to be an accessory to her religion, because I know that means I'm going to be feeding her things I know are not true. Maybe I just need to not be involved. Get her books, not say anything, act like it's not my problem.

I spent the weekend watching old movies. Sarah is on a movie kick. I mean, a renting kick. She takes out a million and a half videos and watches them. We saw Valley of the Dolls, which was weird. It's all about beautiful people popping pills. I'm pretty sure she has more lined up for this week. Not like I have anything better to do.

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