Bizonkulous

I am an unhappy girl.

First, I can't find my favourite pen. This is like not being able to find my favourite undies, but not only do I feel less confident, my homework also sucks. I swear that pen has magical powers.

Second, the family I live with. Don't get me wrong, they're a lot of fun, but honestly….. three things that are really important to me… One, independance. Two, privacy. Three, eating healthy. All of them are a big struggle for me in this house.

I don't have a car, and even though out of the five other people that live in this house, two go to the same school as me and one's on staff, I still have to depend on them to get me to school and home. I have to depend on them to do the grocery shopping, since it'd be totally pretentious of me to make up the shopping list for them. Independence gone.

Anything mentioned to anyone in this family immediately gets passed around to the rest of it. Today James mentioned this weekend's bbq to Jamie (his cousin) this morning. She's one of the other daughters from this family. Even though she no longer lives at home, by the time I got home in the evening everyone was like “So Elaine, I hear you have BIG PLANS for the weekend!” I hate that. Privacy gone.

Eating habits… don't get me started. I'm a vegetarian. Even when I wasn't I still liked to eat healthy. This family is nowhere close to either. They live on hot dogs, fried eggs, hashbrowns with spam, and pork & beans. I am rather unhappy…. but the rent is so cheap

Finally… I am just in a mopey mood to begin with. I wish I had my own apartment. I wish I had a black Pilot Hi-Tecpoint V5 Extra Fine tip. I wish I had more than $3.74 in my bank account. I wish my boyfriend and I didn't have such huge ideological differences.