Holy Chocolate Starfish, Batman!
Dec. 12th, 2004 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundriel"Mr. Luthor, I don't know what your interest is in Clark, but you can take the job offer and shove it down your thousand dollar pants."
haHA.
That's *so* bad. I *love* it.
::hearts chloe::
Oh, plus? The Janitor from Scrubs was on an episode! <3
*
So, yeah. It's good being home. A little strange, but good. I haven't done much, which, really, was the point of this whole "vacation" thing.
Dad and I got home Friday night after seven. The drive back was really uneventful. No snow, just rain. Even on the pass. Where it was actually around 43 degrees. Bit weird. Saturday I slept in 'til noon! Exciting! And then, um, I read. I think. And visited Grandma. (See below for *that* li'l adventure. ::rolleyes::) Today was church. I couldn't stop thinking about Nietzsche and morality. More interesting than paying attention to the supposed "woes" of small town Christianity. (And I don't mean for that to sound quite as mean as it did. I *do* pay attention. It's just...not involving. ::shrug:: Sorry.) Then Dad was in a live nativity enactment in the park. Mom and I went with and sat in the car where we had a good view and a heater. Didn't pay too much attention, but Dad didn't have any lines so I don't feel too bad. Generally mocked the whole thing with Mom. 'Twas fun.
Since then I have been watching Smallville and playing The Sims 2.
*
Anyway. So, Saturday after I got up I went over and saw Grandma because if I didn't she'd complain that I wasn't there to talk to. Everything was fine. Everything was great. Until she asked about school. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I should know better by now what I can say around her and what I can't. Or something. I don't know. She asked me how I thought the quarter went, and I told her. I mentioned how much I loved my philosophy class and how it had, scarily enough, made me consider philosophy as a minor. And then she comes in with something that was very much like "You know, Mary, you should consider something that's going to make you money. After you get your English degree you'll need to have more years to go into education and that will take more money. If you're going to major in something else, also, that's going to take time and money...blah blah blah."
Hold the friggin' phone. I never said I was going to major in *anything* but English, so drop that thought right there. And if I have to do something for the rest of my life, I want it to be something that I am good at and love to do. And this is it. I may not end up teaching, but I know that I want to do something that involves English and books and reading and writing and words. And that's not going to change.
And there is sure as hell no *way* I'm changing that just to make more money.
Obviously she really upset me. I came home and cried angry tears to Mom. Thankfully, Mom and Dad understand all of this. Thank God for them.
*
Tomorrow I plan on going into Royal to see a few people at the high school. Fun.
haHA.
That's *so* bad. I *love* it.
::hearts chloe::
Oh, plus? The Janitor from Scrubs was on an episode! <3
*
So, yeah. It's good being home. A little strange, but good. I haven't done much, which, really, was the point of this whole "vacation" thing.
Dad and I got home Friday night after seven. The drive back was really uneventful. No snow, just rain. Even on the pass. Where it was actually around 43 degrees. Bit weird. Saturday I slept in 'til noon! Exciting! And then, um, I read. I think. And visited Grandma. (See below for *that* li'l adventure. ::rolleyes::) Today was church. I couldn't stop thinking about Nietzsche and morality. More interesting than paying attention to the supposed "woes" of small town Christianity. (And I don't mean for that to sound quite as mean as it did. I *do* pay attention. It's just...not involving. ::shrug:: Sorry.) Then Dad was in a live nativity enactment in the park. Mom and I went with and sat in the car where we had a good view and a heater. Didn't pay too much attention, but Dad didn't have any lines so I don't feel too bad. Generally mocked the whole thing with Mom. 'Twas fun.
Since then I have been watching Smallville and playing The Sims 2.
*
Anyway. So, Saturday after I got up I went over and saw Grandma because if I didn't she'd complain that I wasn't there to talk to. Everything was fine. Everything was great. Until she asked about school. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I should know better by now what I can say around her and what I can't. Or something. I don't know. She asked me how I thought the quarter went, and I told her. I mentioned how much I loved my philosophy class and how it had, scarily enough, made me consider philosophy as a minor. And then she comes in with something that was very much like "You know, Mary, you should consider something that's going to make you money. After you get your English degree you'll need to have more years to go into education and that will take more money. If you're going to major in something else, also, that's going to take time and money...blah blah blah."
Hold the friggin' phone. I never said I was going to major in *anything* but English, so drop that thought right there. And if I have to do something for the rest of my life, I want it to be something that I am good at and love to do. And this is it. I may not end up teaching, but I know that I want to do something that involves English and books and reading and writing and words. And that's not going to change.
And there is sure as hell no *way* I'm changing that just to make more money.
Obviously she really upset me. I came home and cried angry tears to Mom. Thankfully, Mom and Dad understand all of this. Thank God for them.
*
Tomorrow I plan on going into Royal to see a few people at the high school. Fun.
