Daddy's girl.

My father is coming home today. I'm extremely excited about this because I have not seen him in 3 weeks.

No, my parents are not divorced. My father lost his job around christmas time last year, and the only job he could find was in New Hampshire. So he moved there around June. Since my sister lives on her own with her child, my mother and I are to fend for ourselves in the house that I grew up in. I hafta admit, it's been hard because my mother and I have never seen eye to eye on certain things, but over these past months she's been more understanding then she ever has been towards me. Her only beef with me is that she doesn't like it when I don't come home at night because she doesn't like to be alone in the house by herself, so I usaully try to be home at a reasonable time.

Whenever she gets too overwhelming for me, I'll call my father up and he'll calm me down and give me some suggestions as to what to do. Like one thing is that my mother thinks she can do everything around the house by herself. I'll offer to help, but she'll shoo me away and it gets very frustrating when I see her overwhelmed with the amount of work she has to do and she won't let me help.

We're going to get the upstairs bathroom re-done soon, so my mother can sell the house in the spring and move in with my father. Everyone looks at me and asks, "where are you going to live?" Well, the answer is that I'll get an apartment for the last semester of my undergraduate studies. I'm planning on moving out of state when I graduate since there is pretty much nothing left for me around here. Of course I'll miss my family and friends, but I'm so sick and tired of living around here. I've lived here my whole life, and my job, if I still have it, gives me the opportunity to just about move anywhere there's a store.

Back to my father, the whole reason why I started writing this entry, is the fact that where my mother leaves off he takes over. When I was learning how to drive, my mother would freak out every time I would go too fast, or make a turn a little too sharp, but my father, when he would take me out, would just comment on it.

My father is probably my favorite person in my life. He supports me in everything I do. He actually will sit down and talk to me about my future, and the possible schools I want to get into. He'll talk to me and actually want to know how I'm going to get the goals that I have set. My mother, I know for a fact, pretty much laughs at me at points. My father will make sure that I know that "I'm very proud of you," because I think he knows more than I know that I'm going to mount to something.

Here's a funny story. It was around 1:30 in the morning, and I was just coming back from a bar and going over to Bryan's house. I was starting to feel the drinks I had that night, and as Bryan and I start talking in my car, my cell phone starts vibrating. I look at the screen, and it says "Home" is calling me. So I answer it, and it's my father. He begins yelling at me and wondering why I'm not home yet. I tell him, "because I told you I'd be home around 2." He starts going off on me because he's afarid that I'll make mother worry and some shit like that. I mean, I hafta give him credit, he was leaving a few days from that night, so I start crying because, well, I'm tipsy as all hell, and he goes on for about 15 minutes. Bryan, who is sitting patiently sitting next to me, is dying to hold me and comfort me, but can't because of the arm rest in the way. After my dad is done yelling at me, I say to him, "ya know, all the yelling you just did to me... I could be home by now."

The next day, I'm up and about, and my father has to go to the store for some last minute items. So he asks if I would like to come with him. I agree, and grab my purse and he hands me the keys. Now, mind you, my father just bought a new Audi A4. His way of making up his last night tantrum is by letting me drive his Audi to the store. Pure awesome.

Now that I'm done being sidetracked, he knows I'm going to mount to something because of how strong I am. I'm not looking to get married, or looking to have a child anytime soon, I'm looking to let myself grow, and maybe along the way if I find someone like that again then I'll actually think about it. After you're engaged once, you look at things a little differently. Or, at least, I do.

Every girl needs her father, and I just so happen to be one of those girls.

Look at what we have here.

Hey, what can I say, I finally have one of these.

Basically, I'm a writer who has a lot to say. I'm sick and tired of having all of these writings loaded up onto my computer and not having the guts to actually share them with anybody. Every time I do share them though people enjoy them. Even if their dark, or on the lighter side, people think their good.

I hope to someday become published into some bigger named magazines. I have already been published in my school's literary magazine.

I'm currently an English major, and am hoping to get into grad school to concentrate more intensively on the writing, composition, and rhetoric of English. I'd like to go into publishing or editing. As much as I would love to write as a full time career... well, let's see how things go.

I named this "the rantings of a 20something year old bitch" because it's pretty much true. My rantings and writings may seem to be a bit bitchy at times. It's not by choice that I'm bitchy though.

I feel oddly content with this. A smile has crept across my face, along with the constant sniffling that I seem to be doing. Gotta love hay fever.

I feel like I should say more, but won't. Porcupine Tree's "Synesthesia" is putting me in a mood of slumber.

Yeah... I'll write more later.