I Don't Care!!!

OK so I just have to say, I LOVE those e*trade commercials with the little baby. They're so effing funny!!! Now, let me get to the more important topic. This blog is about my life, right? So I am going to talk about my life! Whether I like it or not. this weekend was not a very good weekend for me. I was depressed (still am) so I ate A LOT more than I should have (i gained at least 4 pounds).  I don't have a shrink, so I'm talking to you. Let me go through a little of what happened. I'll give you some dialogue [along with my reactions and minor details in brackets] of the incident so you know just what went down. 

ME: Mom, I think I found a therapist. 

MOM: What? Why? Why do you need a therapist?

ME: Well, Mom, you told me you thought I was depressed and that I should go see a religious counselor but since its not a religious problem that I am having, I looked for a non-religious therapist [a.k.a. psychiatrist, if I am going to waste the time, I'd better get some good pills out of it]

MOM: What is wrong with you??

ME: I just am not happy here. I want to go to culinary school. That is all I want to do. Honestly, what am I going to do here with a French degree??!! 

MOM: Well, you could become a translator. they make a lot of money!

ME: MOM!!! ITS NOT ABOUT THE MONEY!! I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY DOING WHAT I WANT TO DO!! not what you want me to do!! [OK, so I didn't yell at her. but I felt like maybe it would have gotten my point across a little better] 

MOM: Why do you have to bring that school up again? We already discussed this. 

ME: I know but that is what I want to do! I am going to get loans and pay for it myself. 

MOM: Fine! But if you fail at it, don't expect to come back to me for anything. [OUCH]

ME: I wasn't asking you for anything to begin with. maybe I did before but now I've decided to do it on my own. all I want is your emotional support. [ugh, i sound like such a pussy]

MOM: You have my support! Just don't expect to come back home if you don't succeed! [yeah.....I TOTALLY believe that]

ME: Yeah, I totally believe that. Just give me the credit card so I can go to get those things you want for the backyard. 

So there it is. We all already know that my Dad will practically disown me if I go to culinary school, and now we can add my Mother to the list of people that HATE my choices in life. At this point, I don't even care that I don't have a girlfriend. I don't care that my car is not selling. I don't care that I am probably the lowest paid employee at my job [but that doesn't really bother me since I like my job a lot, I just felt like only 2 "I don't care"'s was not enough]. All I want to do is go to culinary school. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. And no, I am not going to play along with my parents "game" just so they will possibly, eventually give in and pay for culinary school. COMPLETELY out of the question. 

I love my life. I love my life. I love my life...............nope, not everything works like Beetlejuice.

FF