Day 203; August 2nd, 2011: My rant about how tired I am of....

I'm honestly beyond tired of people telling me things I already know. Though I'm not in college, I know how "college living" is. I went to UNLV for goodness sake. And actual college living, ya know... away from your parents or any other adult supervision, is totally different than if a kid/teen/young adult decides to stay living with said parental supervision. I've been out of adult supervision for almost a year now, and ya know... I think I'm still doing pretty good. I'm still alive, still have a roof over my head and clothes on my back. Yeah... I'm not in school yet, but lets not remember folks, I was one of the first to move away from adult supervision.

Which brings me to my next rant: how can someone say that I'm the last of my friends to realize I'm on my own? Heck, I've been on my own for a long time and I'm okay with that. That doesn't mean I don't want friends for support though. I grew up with divorced parents and having to know who I'm going to be with on which weekend and which holiday. I had a dance schedule that matched a 21 year old in my class by the time I was 11. I did a lot on my own while growing up. I had to since my mom has had 9 back surgeries. So someone wants to say that I'm the LAST of my friends to realize I'm on my own? I can think of many who are still very reliant on their parents. Even funnier, the person who said this to me... is more reliant on their parents than what I am by far.
Another small little rant before I go to bed: I'm tired of hearing that someone knows me better than I know myself. That's not possible. People only know me as well as I let them know me. My mom doesn't even know me amazingly well and she has been around my entire life. I know myself better than anyone else, and my mom is a close second. But no one could write my life story and no one could get a 100% if I conducted a test of questions about me. Only I know what I've been through and the effect they had on me.


So now that I'm done ranting... I talked to my dad today. It was alright. I'm going to figure out what I'm doing about school on my own apparently. So either LCC, UNLV online or Cosmetology. Hard decision.
Only part of this conversation that I wasn't good with: he is taking time off work to go to San Fransisco with his girlfriend. This hurts because he NEVER took off time when it came to vacations with me. I can remember times where we went to see my grandparents and we were supposed to be there all weekend but we'd barely get to stay a day because he'd get called to work while we were gone and we'd get back in the car so he could be at work the next day.
Then to add on to that: he's buying my grandfather's truck for his girlfriend.... its the truck that my grandpa always drove. Its the truck I wanted once my car gave out. Its my grandpa's truck... she didn't even know my grandpa. I'm trying to take the high road... but its hard since I feel she doesn't deserve the truck, especially since she didn't even know my grandfather. and what if my dad and his girlfriend splitzville? Then where does my grandpa's truck go? :/