24th Dec 2002
Back into Battle
mood : annoyed
music : The Starting Line - Best of Me
Ah, freedom.. the thought of it was too good to be true. Now I’m back, just where I started last summer. A midnight curfew for an 18 year old college student. What. The. Hell.
Tonight my mom was like, “Could you do me a favor and come home at 12 tonight?” Did she really think she could get away with this crap? I fought and bickered and then Dad said “Well why don’t you just live somewhere else!” and went into “I don’t care” mode. “I don’t care” mode means he really cares.. but he’s just fed up with me. So I came home tonight at 1:15AM. =D
It’s not like I’ve ever gotten in any trouble, and it’s not like I’m a friggin’ child anymore. I spent a semester at Towson, and they never waited up for me. It’s just ridiculous. I understand that they’re worried and it’s hard for them, but they have to let go. And it’s not like I don’t care.. I let them know where I’m going, and I call them to let them know what’s going on. I could be a bastard and not even do that, but I respect them so I give them that much.
They got over it during the summer, and even during the semester they got over it. I even had that post where I had one the war! They just can’t start this crap again. I know I’m being angsty, but I think I have a right in this case. Even my friend that is my age who got caught coming home drunk recently has a punishment of a 1:00AM curfew. I mean, it’s lame that he has a curfew at all.. but 12? Bah!
