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9.07.2009
Right now, my fingers like typing. Because of this, I've decided that I'm going to get a blog post done.
Now let's see, what shall I tell you all about tonight...?
Oh, yes, how about my home-issue? Sound pleasant? Sure. Okay.
When Melissa graduated (um...3 years ago...?) Father let her stay at the house for 1 year, free of rent. She didn't have to pay a cent for an entire year. He told me that I'd get the same treatment after I graduated. Apparently, that is not the case.
He is now saying that I must pay him a kind of rent - but "it's for [my] own good" as he puts it. I'm supposed to look at my "free year of no expense" as 'training for the real world.' Supposing I had to pay for my own groceries, clothes, entertainment and half of the average month's rent, all this "money" is to be given to my father by me as "rent", so he can place it in a savings fund for my education.
It sucks.
I don't want that! Can't he understand? No, he can't. I have things I have to do, people I have to see and places I have to go before I can think of school. However, things that I know in my heart to be most important to me, aren't what my dad sees as important at all.
So it's a battle...
Grr, fuck my life.
I need to cut my nails...can't type fast enough.
Labels: education, life, money