Gives you hell

And truth be told I miss you.
And truth be told, I'm LYING.
Ok, honestly I really don't have many things to be annoyed about. I just got a job which I'm pretty excited about and along with it comes an awesome opportunity to watch and help out with all kinds of vet stuff. Granted, the pay isn't that great, but it's a lot better than 40 hours of unpaid internshipness plus an additional 25 hours of little paid customer serviceness job which was what I was doing in Florida. Plus I won't be paying rent so that saves a ton. And I'm going to apply for temp jobs that I could do on evenings/ weekends occasionally (like helping with event catering). However, I told my mom that I got this job and she was pretty pumped and gave the temp suggestion. Then I told my dad at dinner, and I swear I don't know what on earth is up. Now, clearly I care too much what my parents think, but I can't help it. Things that they say I remember forever and they get under my skin. Which is probably why I'm still constantly concerned about weight. I mean, not only am I a girl, but my dad started taking me to the gym with him when I was 10. Saying things like, 'You want to watch yourself when you.. you know hit puberty. That's a time when you can really pack on the pounds. You want to be careful about that.' Thanks dad. Now most of the time this is a good thing because I definitely think most of the stuff they say is cause they care for me and want me to have the best and make sure that no one's taking advantage of me and they love me blah blah blah. Now, how do you tell your parents when you know this, that they're the ones who make you want to slit your wrists? Honestly. It's a nearly daily event. So my dad thought it was a good thing that they were paying me for a part time job, but when I said that the Millmont grille had called and asked if I could work full time, and I had already accepted the vet job, he sounded upset. because he would rather me be a FREAKIN SERVER than work in a job that I'm considering for a future career? Because MONEY is more FUCKING important than experience and figuring out what you want to do with your life. WHAT THE HELL. Then we start talking about insurance and crap like that and finally at the end he says, well it sounds like a good deal. Good I'm glad you got that. SERIOUSLY. Seriously.
And then I took fifty asprin.

well not really. Obviously or else I wouldn't be typing this. However, the thought crossed my mind. Luckily Future wife called me while I was cutting up pictures for ohmyanna's scrapbook and watching Penelope (which really is the most darlingingest movie. I insist you watch it. Right now. Go do it. The full thing is on youtube. DO IT NOW. James McAvoy is delicious.) and she calmed me down and was super supportive and understanding and pep talky, and then I got to talk to miss Amy and we have a dinner date for this weekend and I remembered that my girls are coming down to play at uva on saturday. So that's good.
So when you pit the cons of my life (living at home. broken feet and slightly sprained ankle (which I did last night. In MY SLEEP WTF). Very little in the monetary situation. Stupid boys who don't email back.) against the pros of my life (havin people in cville to hang out with like chrisp and miss amy, being close enough to fburg to see coolschoolkids occasionally, getting a job that I'm excited about, being near my puppy, having the most bitch ass friends a girl could ask for, my own car because mobility is key to sanity and the knowledge that eventually I'll be on my own insurance and will be able to see a doctor) it seems the pros have it. Good.
To wrap this thing up (ahaha. ha. ha.):
You do what you love, and fuck the rest.