Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Music: Green Day - Whatsername
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I really wish I could feel like a grown-up. But that's *really* hard when your mommy still goes through all of your stuff in the name of cleaning up.

I did a little experiment before going away to Spain. I asked my mother for an opaque Rubbermaide containter to put things in, and asked her to promise not to go in to it. I didn't really put anything in there. Just a pair of old jeans and a few DVD cases that were sitting around. Then I put it in the closet to test my theory that she was physically incapable of leaving it alone.

I was right. When I got back, the jeans were ironed and hanging in my closet and the DVD cases were gone.

This isn't the only thing that's proven how she can't leave things alone. I'm CONSTANTLY looking for my old comic book collection, and my bag of manga has been missing for almost a year. My mother is like the OCD Mafia: Things just dissappear.

I feel like I've earned the right to hang on to my things and not have my privacy violated over and over and over. I mean, shit, I'm almost 22, a college graduate and soon I'll have a full time job to go with it.

Speaking of which, I'm kicking some ass on the job hunt front. I went around Morristown with copies of my resume and started handing them out like candy in every building I saw with the words "Attorny At Law." Apparently I'm awesome, because it's only been three days since and I already have two interviews and have had another interested call.

Go me. Now can i please keep whatever I want in my fucking room?
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