Alright, so last night was the MBL party up here in Montreal, and surprise! I managed to get completely shitfaced in all of fifteen minutes. Yay? I my defense, I have the alcohol limit of a twelve-year old, so I can pretty much get buzzed off fumes alone. First person to suggest AA gets a size-ten flip-flop through the teeth.
Anyways, today I told my Mom about getting my own place, only to be met with a resounding "NO". Which kinda sucks, because I was actually really looking forward to moving out. Yes, I know it's weird that I can do porn but I can't will myself to move out, although I think it might have something to do with the fact that I can do skin flicks incognito, while moving out is somewhat harder to hide. Balls.
What makes matters worse is that once again she's giving me the whole "Stay in school, move out when you graduate, blah blah blah bullshit bullshit bullshit". It's not that I don't appreciate where she's coming from here, as she just wants the best from me, but I always figured the one person who knew what is best for me would be, well, me? I know school is important and all, but out of the seven classes I took this semester, only two of them had ANYTHING to do with business, and they were both...Oh, how should I put this...Oh yeah, COMPLETELY FUCKING USELESS. I know she's just looking out for me, but if I go back next semester (which is a BIG if right now), I'd just rather it be because I wanted to, rather than it being because someone else told me too.
I know eventually I'm going to have to tell her what exactly it is I'm doing right now, but I figured it would probably be once I got my own place, so as to avoid the inevitable screaming and/or throwing of decorative objects. For now, I guess I'm stuck here, but gimme a little bit and I'll see if I can finally get my ass outta here.