Supportive parents. Riiight. Well, mom cares some, but she's always overruled by dad, who's hated my guts ever since I decided I didn't want to be a career musician. He seems to take absolute glee in crushing anything that makes me happy. When I got my 1600 on the SAT, his VERY FIRST reply was "you're reading it wrong", followed by "it's probably a scoring error". When I got my 35 on the ACT "OK, you're not quite as dumb as I thought" "you're sister's still the smart one". When I got into Cornell "I wish you hadn't" "there'll be no living with her now". Constantly, since I was a very little girl, finding every little flaw to pick apart... when I got picked on at school, telling me I deserved it for being such a dork... then picking on me for the same things... just doesn't give a ****... I mean, heck, I'm NotMyNormalNick from a while ago... supportive parents... right...
OK, rant's over. Geeze, that was cathartic.
They probably really can't handle the $8,800... their money-management is crap, and they've already spent all of the money that was supposed to be saved for college trying to bail themselves out of debt.
Hey... Eris... sending a bank helecopter to crash in my front yard would be chaotic... think of all the bureaucrats you could upset, and all the pretty patterns you could use the wind to make with the money... |
