Two more years. Two more years. Two more years.
Why this particular mantra? Well, I’m almost 16. In December of ’12, I will be 18. When I am 18, I will move out. Quickly.
Not that I don’t like my family. It’s just that I can’t stand the idea of being controlled by them after what’s legally necessary.
Of course, I may be living with my dad in Africa for 6-12 months over my gap year, so I suppose I will technically be controlled by a parent for a year after, but let’s face it – my dad isn’t exactly a controlling kind of person. He pretty much lets me do whatever, as long as it’s not hurting me or anyone else. So I’m fine with that.
I also maaaaaaaaaaaay (emphasis on maaaaaaaaaaay) be going to Thailand this summer. I’m hoping anyway. I’m going to major in anthropology (have I said that already?) so that would be amazing. Mom’s worried as usual, but I hope I can go.
In other news, I need more music. Anyone have recommendations? Anything really good out lately?