According to Playmash.com:You will live in a Shack.You will drive a red Corolla.You will marry M and have 1 kids.You will be a Housewife in Albany.
Christ.
I called my grandmother last night for a quick catching up...or as I like to call it, my weekly verbal assault. Apparently because I'm so young, she still thinks I'm 18 (she "accidentally" got my age wrong), I can't say for sure that I'm not ever going to be changing my political views. I told her that I was liberal and reminded her about how we've already spoken about this. Yet, she still asked me why? Then she said that when she was young and foolish, she thought she was a liberal democrat too. But then she woke up, got a brain and discovered life would be better as a stingy republican.
Bitch doesn't understand that I've taken a logic course last semester and I can now discredit all her arguments as being invalid. She's convinced that I'll change my mind in the future. And, not knowing what's going to happen to me, I told her that unless something big came along, I don't see myself changing my mind anytime soon. So now Gramma thinks I'm Liberal...for now. Which makes it okay.
I would have told her I've decided to be Jewish, but her pride and ego would become so inflated that she'd try to take all the credit for it and I'd change my mind just to spite her. She'd probably throw me into Hebrew classes, think that I was trying to become "just like her" and use it as another excuse to be pissed at me if I marry a non-jewish man...because God knows she hasn't beaten that issue to death yet concerning my parents' marriage.
I wish she would give me more credit and stop enabling me to feel justified in not calling her as often anymore. When I do talk to her, I make sure not to bring up money or I at least mention something about how I'm making money at the research institute again. I don't want to be any more financially dependent on her or give her any reason to suspect that because of my monetary independence, she can get away with anything because if I call her on it she'll take it away.
Onto other snarky news:
Well, they shut down the cafeteria on campus every Friday up until Sunday afternoon. I can't wait til those orientation kids get here, then it'll be open ALL THE TIME - LIKE IT SHOULD BE.
So until the end of June, I have to spend more money on buying food elsewhere to survive on the weekends.
For those of you who are still reading this, who I haven't alienated yet, I'm about 10 looseleaf sheets away from finally finishing the novel I started writing last August. I think this is my best work yet and I'm very proud of it.
The rest of the summer will be spent typing it up and printing it out on the printer in the computer lab. Cause I don't have nearly enough ink or paper for my printer.
