NaNo

I've decided to try my hand at NaNo this year, since I pooped out freshman year and didn't have time last year. We'll see how this goes. Hopefully I'll think of a good username for an LJ, and then start writing. If I magically think of something to write about, that is.

It's lonely in my house when everyone (including the dog) is gone and the great outdoors is not-so-great because of gloom and rain.

RAGE

So I'm filling out my ACT registration form, right? And you are supposed to put your top four choices in there somewhere, for scholarship stuff or something. I just wanted to get some feedback from my parents, so I went upstairs to ask them about it.

Me: Which colleges do you think I should put on my ACT thing?
Dad: I don't know . . . Can't we just watch SNL and talk about this later?
Me: Um . . . Ok.
Dad: Wait, there's a damn commercial on right now . . . Ok, so what did you have in mind?
Me: Lawrence, U of I, U of Indiana . . .
Dad: Wait, where did U of Indiana come from? You never mentioned it before.
Me: Well, no, but they have a good music program . . .
Dad: Do you realize that it's out of state? And that they'll charge you more for .. . . SL:jgfda;osjl; fjsfsl;jBLAH BLAH BLAH!!!

He went on to lecture me about out-of-state schools costing way more than in-state schools (DUH!!!!! What kind of a moron do you TAKE me for?!) and that it would be ridiculous to go there when I could go to U of I . . . And he just keeps repeating these statistics at me over and over again, saying how much money my parents can afford to give me towards college, and blah blah blah, and unless I get a scholarship, there's no way I could go there.

DUH!!!

Isn't the whole point of applying at a college to see, first of all, if they will accept you, and second of all to see if/how much money you will get from the school because of your grades or sports or music or whatnot???

OR AM I JUST MISSING THE POINT COMPLETELY?????

GOOD LORD.

It's like he's mocking my intelligence or something, I swear. Just because I want to pursue music. Some days he says he's happy for me, for making the decision to pursue a dream like that; others, it's like I'm this naive child (which I am to a certain extent, I just didn't think it was that bad) who is going to die when I get out into the real world.

I hate this.