I guess it has something to do with the fact that I took nighttime sinus medicine earlier, but iit kind of sucks because I wanted to stay up to watch the new Degrassi. I can't watch it at nine like a normal human being, because my house only has one television, apparently unlike every other four person household in 2010, and we lack a TiVo/DVR (also unlike every other household in 2010) so I have to wait until I can watch the replay of it in the middle of the night tonight.
Basically my dad and my little sister get complete run of the television, so during waking hours, I am stuck between ESPN and Disney Channel. Which is fine, considering I don't care for TV much anyway, and what I do care about can usually be (with some work) dug up illegally on the internet. But for things like this, I'm pretty much out of luck.
Today I went to the grocery store with my family, did more deliberating over my future and made cookies.
I kind of want to skip out on community college, and go straight to a film school or culinary school (baking is my other passion, which you guys have probably noticed from this blog) or something that I actually care about rather than wasting my time and money on getting my AA. I don't know. Pre-life crisis.
My dad and his side of the family would probably not allow this to happen though, so.
Which leads me to this question.
Why do our parents expose us to all of those Disney movies about following your dreams and reaching for the stars and et cetera, and then, when we're actually old enough to understand that message and make use of it, start forcing the exact opposite of that message down our throats?
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Why today is awesome: I ate five cookies and don't feel bad about it.