chaosmonkey

I got another A, in my intro to psych class. That's pretty good, I think, Three As and a B+. I'll take it.

I get the feeling my mom's going to try to talk me out of going to New York. She said she wants to "talk" to me. I don't think she understands how I can like someone so much when I've never met her, or how I can even know anything about her at all. I mean, I only spend most of my waking hours talking to Amelie; Mom knows that. It's hard to not know anything about anyone after that. "It doesn't sound right," my mom keeps saying. I don't know what she means, exactly, but that's about all she's said so far. I wish she would have said it, or anything else, two months ago instead of a week before the trip. This is just not fair. It's not fair in the least and there's nothing she can say to make me change my mind about this trip. There's a lot of money and emotion invested in this, from myself and Amelie. And when it comes right down to it, yes, I still live at home, but I pay rent here, too, and I'm (something resembling) an adult. Adults take trips all the time. This one just happens to be to meet someone I know from the internet. And nowadays adults do that all the time, too.

Grrrrr. I really don't need this right now.