Thursday, July 28, 2011

7/29/05

Went to Homes Beach on Anna Maria Island. My family rented an adorable little house for a few days. Its very shabby chic looking with old doors and pretty exposed wood beams. We also have a private pool with it and I get my own room with a very comfy bed to myself with a cozy down comforter. I'm in heaven! My mom drove me crazy in the pool tonight. She kept on asking me about guys, trying to set me up with boys. Asking me about kids and marriage. She actually asked me if I planned to die a virgin! Just because I haven't met the guy I am suppost to marry at 15 like her, she all a sudden considers me to be a desperate old maid. I told her she makes me upset when she talks about that sort of thing, because it makes me feel like she thinks I am unsatisfactory and the best I can do in life is find a man and reproduce. She said she didn't mean it that way, but that is how it comes across.

Why do people have to be so old-fashioned (like my mom and my grandparents). We are in a new millenium. Don't they want me to achieve on my own? I'm smarter than the majority of guys at my school. Come on they all cheat off of me! Condoleesa Rice is the Secretary of State, don't they see more potential for me than hiding behind a man?

My mom threw a fit at the people at Walgreens for not giving her Zoloft. They must have been blind, you could see that she needed it. We went to grab subs at Subway. Wheat bread, roast beef, swiss cheese, onions, lettuce, pickles, banana peppers, honey mustard, mayo, salt, pepper, oil and vinegar. Can't get much better than that.

I sat there and read Sports Illustrated, an article about Maria Sharapovia, one awesome tennis chick who still looks beautiful even while sweating buckets. I should get some cute tennis dresses and skirts so I can look good while hitting the ball too. Hopefully next years uniforms won't be skanky see-through. The S. Land coach said I improved over the summer. I hope he's right, but I do think I'm putting more spin on the ball and following through more.

While we were at Subway, Dad went to grab some gas because the Suburban was on E. He ended up going to the closest gas station to find it closed, then picked up a homeless crack-head who lives on the beach to show him the next closest one. Then he stalled out, had to pull over and walk to the gas station to buy an oil can. Then he hitched a ride back to the car. Pretty crazy! Huh!

Oh in the car my dad started asking me about colleges. I looked some up online and took virtual tours of USF, FGCU and FIU. FGCU looks kinda boring. Miami and Boca sound like great places to live. Dad says location is a problem. Why beautiful beaches? He says Miami-Dade people have less morals and are bad. Every college is full of partiers no matter where you go, besides the people I've met from that area are really open and accepting unlike the snobby or sleezy people from my hometown. He just wants me to go to FSU because I'll be close to them when they move to Georgia.

1 comment:

  1. Some things have changed, many things have not. My mom is still driving me crazy plotting weddings. She says she does it just to "get my goat". My sister had to put her foot down and tell Mom to stop it when she started plotting my ex-boyfriend's second marriage to me when he had just announced his engagement. Unfortunately, this plotting has not ceased and I believe the only possible cure is for me to get married and have my mom like my husband (so she doesn't go around plotting a ceremony with someone else who she prefers).

    Also, my dad will always and continually give his most heartfelt advice in a way that sounds much more like fact than pure opinion. I should continue also to listen the best I can, thank him for his advice and do my own thing. I am so happy that I haven't taken his advice on so many things. I've had amazing experiences, met wonderful friends and have a job I enjoy all thanks to the fact that I decided to do what was right for me and not what my dad suggested.

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