Lately, I have been somewhat fed up with the "restrictions" that my parents have put on me. In effect, I complain and one good-looking day can turn into an I-am-irritated-about-you day.
This was one of those days. And one of those unique days too--01.01.01

It all started yesterday when my parents refuse to let us out of the house. "Not when we are not at home." "It's too dark now." And to think I am a legal adult...I am eighteen years old! And in college as well. Bicker bicker. Then there was that forbidden phrase..."When I was your age, I..." Then there was the discussion about how the transition from December 31 and January 1 is relatively unimportant. Totally disagree, especially how I heard my sister's friend say yesterday,"Aren't you going out tonight? Of course, you are going out tonight!"
Major guilt trip.

Then there was the futile bickerings about the way I do things. How one must enter the store without causing unneeded assumptions by the salespeople. Don't bring a huge bag in because that'll definitely cause suspicions. Then how my dad kept playing the role of a driving teacher when my sister was driving although she has been driving for more than a year. I would just like to add that it is wholly unnecessary to constantly grip the sides of the car as if death would come at any moment. Blah, of course I am going to complain more...on Saturday, while driving through Golden Gate Park, my dad drove at 18 mph in with four cars trailing behind him (I don't know if I could sense the road rage coming from those four cars or not). I don't know whether to call it embarrassment or irritation. Sigh...and I suppose it's safe. Perhaps. Still...

Besides now that I look at it, how often do older children tag along with their parents to go shopping? Well, I got skittles today. Good stuff. :)

Well only one more week until I can return to my dorm. To the T3 line. To use the brand-new, snazzy, very cool, memorable headset.