You have a problem

My father says as we are on our way to Boston last night in the van. We’d been bickering almost the whole car ride about my college choices, life long fashion calling, and desire to shop. My mother felt the need to bring up the fact that I made $3,000 and nothing to show for it (LIES) again.. and words were flying.

They’re never going to understand my need to shop. If you saw what my parents wear, you’d understand that too. They aren’t unfashionable, but I practically dressed them myself for the college visit earlier today and well, otherwise they are just so average.

I’ve never been average. Probably never will be… so why should he expect my shopping habits to reflect that of an average person? He claims I’m an addict, and will probably never save money.

I know that when I NEED to save I will, but guess what guys?

I’m 17. It’s my last year to be a kid. And spend frivolously, but within my means. I don’t have a credit card, and my clothing and shoes are much too organized for me to be a hoarder.

You know what my father needs to do?

So, it should come as no surprise to me that he won’t let me drive to a real mall to shop. A mall with multiple levels and a glorious forever 21. Even though I have the money, have agreed to pay gas, and am taking one friend.. which abides to the law. This really isn’t fair. I know life isn’t, but when this happens do they expect me to not react at all?

Do I have to take the van anyways to prove a point?

I was even going to 8 am mass tomorrow. God’s not going to let me die, after I’ve gone out of my way to wake up at that ungodly hour to worship and all that.

I’m so sick of this baby like treatment, until we have the college discussion that demands me put my “I understand this is a huge monetary investment in my future” hat on.

Did you read my last blog?

Do you know what I would rather do with $27,000?

SHOP.

Do you know what I will be doing?

Going to college, to SHOP for a corporation.

Notice a trend, daddy dearest? I’m not giving up on this. I’m just fixing the rules a little. So when tomorrow morning, I go to 8 am mass, pick up my friend and then head to Albany? Don’t be surprised if I’m not blogging for a while I just have a point to prove.

Allison

PS: I had a 4.0 first semester, have my own room, don’t have to pay for gas if I stay in the valley, and love my family, therefore that’s a load of shit. I’m too smart to screw that up.