Sentiments on the Marble Floor

Wtf. Last time i updated this was... when? O_o;;;

Anyway, thought for the day is: "To obey... Or not to obey?" -_-"

I've been faced with this problem since 3 days ago... when I found out about mi hubby's despedida party somewhere FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR from here. It's a territory I have yet to set foot on. *groans* If it was just me, I'd come running, but in my current situation, I'm better off peeling potato skin in a military training base's mess hall. >_<" Come the question of independence. Most people I know say, "For crying out loud! You are 18 years old and look older than that, but your folks still don't let you go outside alone!?" And yes, I end up slapping them silly till they melt to the floor. Not because they insert that friggin' unnecessary comment about me looking old (hey, it's lack of sleep), but because I decided a long time ago that I'd stop complaining about how freaking uptight my parents are. I was born in this family, and I should deal with it. My only wish for almost a decade now was to have a baby brother or a baby sister. Being an only child isn't as pretty as some people make it up to be. After some time, too much attention can squeeze your lungs till you're gasping desperately for air, literally. I know not all only children experience it, but the fact that your parents practically follow your every whim just to keep you from leaving their side is a sick idea.

Despite that last statement, I am not a spoiled brat FYI, even if you ask around. As much as possible, I try to stay away from them (my parents). I can't wait to graduate. THEN I can formally rant against their impossibly strict overprotectiveness. When the heavens rained luck, I guess I was late. Very, very late that I may have caught just a little speck. And that little speck is about to fly away in a week. *hint hint*

My luck was also nowhere visible when I was rushed to the Clinic to get anti-allergy shots for my numerous bumps on my skin, which look like insect bites. It just so happened that after 3 weeks of abstinence from canned food, I was finally allowed to eat sardines. Yay, my kitty food! =^.^= but alas, my favorite food in the whole wide world reacted nastily to my previous anti-rabies shots! Waaaaaaaah!!! T_T

It's in those last two paragraphs that I find the reasons for my grumpiness lately. I even treated a guildmate of mine to my reckless display of arrogance (really sorry Curian, guess I got carried away with my thoughts...). I just wished I could unleash that bad side upon my wardens. That sure would release a LOT of stress.

I really wanna go to that party. Oh PLEASE... Someone kidnap me!!! T_T