Saturday, January 13, 2007
I am not 12 years old
I vividly remember my mother telling me when my family was visiting my grandmother during my senior year of high school that your age doesn't matter, because no matter how hold you are, you will always be treated like a child when you're at home. She promised me that she would do her best never to do that to me, because it's always been frustrating for her. Apparenly, my father missed this memo. I will turn 20 in July. The problem is that I'm apparently still 12 years old in my father's eyes. I was watching Garden State on IFC, which is fast becoming one of my favorite channels, and one of the characters yelled "Hey, get the fuck in the pool!" My father happened to be walking by at the time that this occured, and he gave me a dirty look, and said "Callie, I can't believe that you watch this filth." It's very frustrating. And I'm sick of it. I'm planning on spending a lot of time in Raleigh this semester. And in August, I'm moving into an apartment, and declaring my own residence so at least I don't have to put up with this shit much longer.
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You could have just said it was fuck with a "ph." Well, at least that's one good thing about you having your own apartment next year - you won't have to put up with that anymore. That said, I hope your Dad learns to realize that you're soon going to be a wild and unihibited twenty-year-old woman soon, and that he should learn to deal with it. :-)
Sorry Callie, but now we can spend more time together since you'll be on campus more often so there's one positive. And also next weekend we're going to the basketball game against Duke so weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee to that.
See you soooooon
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