Plain and simple, we're all losing it here...
Stupid pottery ship assignment a bit solved today. Gonna BS it and make a hobo box.
We were given an assignment yesterday in Latin...Due Friday. Keep in mind. Tuesday-Friday, a total of three days to work on it. We have to make a working catapult with a theme, a flag made of felt or another cloth material and a 'greeting' card to your enemy to represent the theme.
What the SHIT. How are we suppsoed to do that all!? Okay, so my theme is "Zombie"...Gonna make a hand that springs back. xD Problem is, mom and I hardly have the time to work on it without another crisis popping up at the last second.
Dad passed out at work. Thankfully he's home.
My aunt and uncle are STILL here, slowing driving all of us to insanity, but thank the gods above that they have an apartment now, and are moving in June 2nd. Really, that would be the icing on the fucking cake if they were around for four more months.
I'm feeling al ot of...new things. I feel scared. Like I'm pressured to move into the 'adult' stage. Car, job(Doesn't seem so bad honestly, I'm already in hell for 8 hours a day...this way I get paid), college pressures, and....possible romantic interest.
Let me break this down.
Job: Yeah, summer job, and again, doesn't seem so bad.
Car: Could just be my autn and uncle pushing me into this but it's like "OMG YOU /HAVE/ TO DRIVE NAO" I'd...rather just wait until I'm 18. I feel like I could do better with experience and sight of things, rather than written down. You know, "four way street cross intersection, blah blah", I feel like I'd know better by SEEING and recognizing such things.
College: I want to go to a community college for two years since I don't know what I want for a job in life. Slower than some going to UCs, but still good right? Not good enough for the staff apparently. Just because I'm smart/have a high GPA doesn't mean I should have to RUSH into things, jesus fuck. Counciler is all, "OMG, you NEED to take summer school Geometry then do Algebra II in senior year, GRAHHH". No. I fucking don't. Wasting my summer, fuck no, I'd rather take a job/experiencing a job for the first time and so getting life experience, isntead of doing something that can be done in our ocmmunity college anyways. Dunno why she won't LISTEN to me, because even if I did finish the math requirement for a university(I finished all other requirements), I'd STILL go to CR first. Because I have no idea what I want, it'd be a much cheaper way to discover. It just pissed me off that she didn't LISTEN to me. I will go to a university and achieve my goal, sure, but let me FIND my goal first.
Romantic interest: This is the main cloud hanging over my head. I...don't like relationships. :/ From what I've experienced, they suck, they're more work than actually enjoying each other's company, I like being single because I don't have to fear fangirling over fictional characters, guys in bands, actors, what EVER. I don't have to be afraid of anything, it seems like relationships only trap you in. But. I'm starting to like this guy...He seems to REALLY like me, even Brenna says so. Which, that's also new too. A guy that likes me...never happened before. I just want to get to know him more, talk to him more before stepping into anything, but fuck if my hormones have anything to say about being logical...If that isn't bad enough, he's going to Germany for a year in August. I...don't know what to do. Here we are, openly flirting, being all cuddly, and neither of us know what is going to happen or what IS going on. ((He apparently feels the same kind of "WTF is going on" feeling I'm having...outside source told me.)) I wish I knew, and I wish i could...commit to relationships, but this whole experience is making me scared. Making me feel like I'll not want a relationship forever, and will be so scared that I'll end up alone my whole life.
I am just...so scared. With everything. Going crazy trying to keep up with work, still growing up...I might go cry this off, but shit. If one thing isn't hassling me, it's another. I hate this...needed to let it out...