Feel it in My Knees, Part 2

Which brings us to today. And college. And applications. And essays. And arguments.

God I so fucking hate this entire process. It is hell. Hell on earth. I swear, AP and college board are you enemies, they just want to fuck up your life as much as possible. And sometimes I wonder, what the fuck is with these colleges?!! These crazy applications!!!

Fortunately, I managed to get most of my applications over and done with much earlier. But I still had my pittsburgh and common app to send out. today I decided to send out the Pitt one. Which brings us to the current situation.

See, my mom ain't satsified with my college essay. She's an editor--I guess it comes naturally. And there were some slight improvements she wanted to make. I can't tell you why I get so upset every time she brings it up--I think it's fine, and I just want to send the damn application off. We were shouting back and forth. Dad was getting involved, too:

Lawrie: Alright alright, I made all the changes!!
Mom: No you didn't! You didn't take out this phrase here!!
L: That's because I wanted it in!
M: It's stupid and you should take it out! It'll drag down your entire essay!
Dad: No it won't. It's colloquial.
M: Look, I'm an editor, I know these things! And you said you made all the changes!
L: Well I did!
M: You didn't change that line! That's the most important change!
L: I wanted it in!
M: Then you didn't make all the changes! You're lying!

Etc.

I just got so upset that I actually got my debit card and submitted the damn application itself while my mom and dad were arguing over whether the phrase "No, I'm lying--" was acceptable or not. And of course all the agony over my grandparest poured into it, we were all just shouting at each other. Talk about a breaking point. I just couldn't stand it anymore. I felt so unhappy and tense. I still feel that way right now. And that's when I started thinking about you, dear friend. I needed to get this stress out somehow. Hence these two posts. Just so you know how shitty my life is at the moment.

I remember reading a phrase somewhere, "Stop the world, I want to get off." Boy, do I feel that way now.