So now I'm back...you know the rest.
The beach was...well, the beach. It was awesome because I love the ocean and the water. It was awesome because I didn't have to work for seven days. It was awesome because my mom bought me cool stuff. HOWEVER. I felt like I was 16 again. When I'm with my whole family, I can't do anything without being scrutinized or feeling like I might possibly be scrutinized. My parents are awesome, don't get me wrong...but my aunt is so freaking judgemental (and she projects it onto my granddad and subsequently onto my parents.)
Just a quick "for instance": She finally noticed the tattoo I got almost a year ago. Granted, it's small and generally covered as it's on my back, but most people noticed in the first few days. So anyway. She asked all the retarded questions that make me want to punch people. Like..."what does it mean?" Well, der, it says No Regrets. What do you think it means. "Did it hurt?" Nope, not one bit, it wasn't like I was getting needles repeatedly poked into my back. I mean, come on. Well then later, when I was sitting in my bedroom and she and my granddad were on the porch, I heard her telling him about the tattoo and she was being really nasty. That's so messed up. Why should I be judged by what I put on MY OWN SKIN? And it's not like I had "slut" tattooed on my forehead, it's not exactly offensive. By my own family too...I mean, for pete's sake.
And I wanted to go out and have fun with my brother who turned 18 this year. I turned 21. It was kind of the first summer of doing this (we've vacationed at the same place since I was born.) There's always a ton of people our age. But of course, in swoops the auntie again. She wants the car in early because she doesn't trust my brother to drive it and she's afraid I'll drink and drive. So we're forced to go to bars and leave by 11. We only went to one bar the whole week. And it blew. The rest of the time we spent either shooting the shit by the pool until late or watching shark fishers off the pier. It was so fucking stupid. Like I already said, I felt like a 16 year old. Gah. Fed up, I tell you.
So to be rebellious today, during my three hour layover in Charlotte, I got drunk. It didn't take much. I had only had a cookie for breakfast. Then I chain smoked until I had a headache. Then I thought I was going to puke. But I didn't. I quelled that urge by reading Teen Vogue.
The beach was...well, the beach. It was awesome because I love the ocean and the water. It was awesome because I didn't have to work for seven days. It was awesome because my mom bought me cool stuff. HOWEVER. I felt like I was 16 again. When I'm with my whole family, I can't do anything without being scrutinized or feeling like I might possibly be scrutinized. My parents are awesome, don't get me wrong...but my aunt is so freaking judgemental (and she projects it onto my granddad and subsequently onto my parents.)
Just a quick "for instance": She finally noticed the tattoo I got almost a year ago. Granted, it's small and generally covered as it's on my back, but most people noticed in the first few days. So anyway. She asked all the retarded questions that make me want to punch people. Like..."what does it mean?" Well, der, it says No Regrets. What do you think it means. "Did it hurt?" Nope, not one bit, it wasn't like I was getting needles repeatedly poked into my back. I mean, come on. Well then later, when I was sitting in my bedroom and she and my granddad were on the porch, I heard her telling him about the tattoo and she was being really nasty. That's so messed up. Why should I be judged by what I put on MY OWN SKIN? And it's not like I had "slut" tattooed on my forehead, it's not exactly offensive. By my own family too...I mean, for pete's sake.
And I wanted to go out and have fun with my brother who turned 18 this year. I turned 21. It was kind of the first summer of doing this (we've vacationed at the same place since I was born.) There's always a ton of people our age. But of course, in swoops the auntie again. She wants the car in early because she doesn't trust my brother to drive it and she's afraid I'll drink and drive. So we're forced to go to bars and leave by 11. We only went to one bar the whole week. And it blew. The rest of the time we spent either shooting the shit by the pool until late or watching shark fishers off the pier. It was so fucking stupid. Like I already said, I felt like a 16 year old. Gah. Fed up, I tell you.
So to be rebellious today, during my three hour layover in Charlotte, I got drunk. It didn't take much. I had only had a cookie for breakfast. Then I chain smoked until I had a headache. Then I thought I was going to puke. But I didn't. I quelled that urge by reading Teen Vogue.
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cambria:
do you still want to work at Calypso at the end of summer? I told my boss that someone wants to help out later on after I leave. 
geekwithaguitar:
i called you!!