06-28-2005 - 11:30 a.m.
Summer vacation so far has been quite uneventful. Well, not counting my nervous breakdown.
Last week after one of my parents' frequent total flip outs in which I am blamed for everything wrong in the world I decided that it was high time I get moving on with my life... and moving out. So, the next day the search for a home began. And I found one immediately. My friend's dad was trying to unload a condo 3 blocks from the beach, 5 minutes from my work... perfect! It needed some work, but the price was cheap and I was pretty much packing my bags by Tuesday. Then came the daunting task of convincing my parents that this was the house I should buy. For some reason even though I'm 24 years old and make a decent living and am totally capable of making a down payment and paying a mortgage myself, I feel the need to get my parents' approval. So the next day I brought my dad to see the place and much to my surprise he was totally receptive to the idea. He even offered to rip out the kitchen and finance a new one! I was so taken aback by the positivity of the whole situation that I began to think it was too good to be true.
And it was.
My mother is quite possibly the most negative person I've ever met in my life. Her glass is always half empty. And so, without even having physically seen the property, she totally dissed it and the entire idea. And somehow, the next morning, a mere 10 hours later, my dad gave me a big old NO of an answer about buying the place. Which sent me into a complete depression tailspin. 2 whole days of crying. 2 whole days of feeling like the world's biggest loser because I'm old as fuck and live with my parents and seemingly always will. 2 whole days of not talking to my parents at all.
But I'm over it now. My parents are on vacation, but when they get back my dad and I are talking to a realtor and getting me the fuck on with my life. I suppose things happen for a reason, and that particular place just wasn't meant to be my home. The funny thing is, despite my totaly misery for the past 2 years, my father had no clue that I wanted to move out so badly. And he's taking it very well. Needless to say, my mother will NOT be involved in the home buying process because if she gets things her way I'll be 45 and still asking "Hey Mom, what's for dinner?"
Abs Boy is still fantastic, though I never get to see him because of a phenomenon that we both suffer from... being single. For some reason when you're single people make plans FOR you, just because they assume you have nothing better to do. I swear, every weekend my parents have something I "have to" do, yet they never actually ASK if I can/want to do it. This weekend my parents shipped off to Aruba, but invited my aunt, uncle, and cousins to come stay for the weekend. So I was left to play hostess with the mostest to my vistiting family. Did anyone care that maybe I wanted to go out/have fun/be young? Apparently not. This is just reason #58,207 of why I need to buy a home quickly.
Last night at work I saw someone that I haven't seen in almost 2 months... someone I haven't see since Abs Boy came on the scene. The one, the only, the infamous Steve. When I found someone new I stopped thinking about him. And then when I saw him last night I couldn't help being like "awwwww I want him". Which no one can quite understand, especially my one friend who refers to him as "Tommy Boy" because of his supposed similarity to Chris Farley. (He's not that fat, trust me.) I just don't understand how the guy who kicked me out of his house (twice!), who is a full fledged alcoholic, who told me and my sister that we're "crazy and have issues", who accused me of going to the gym at the same time as him on PURPOSE, could possibly make me act like a tongue-tied lovesick 13 year old. It makes no sense. None at all. Sadly, I think I thrive on the drama.
