a dream deferred

[grubbytap]

Well, I am quite disgruntled.

School is mostly over. All that's left is graduation and beach week and then party, party, party, right?

NO!

My benevolent kindly father has decided that I can only go to Pratt if I switch to their Architecture program. So now not only do I have to say goodbye to those dreams of writing for the next four years, I also have to go to upstate NY with my dad and my uncle so that my uncle can help me make an art portfolio while the two of them work some more on our shanty shack.

So thusly I will miss graduation.

(NEVERMIND on that bit! YAY!)

The only way I can describe this is bogus. Utterly and unthinkably bogus.

I will be one of those adults who just sit around and regret that they didn't have the balls to stand up to their dad thirty years ago. Completely miserable.

Comments

[grubby-tap.livejournal.com]

Manipulative bitch? Geez. Call them a pickled rottweiler. That ought to get them!

Man, I can't wait till ten Martian years have gone by. Things will be sweeeet.

[noiris.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I take it as a compliment! :D :D :D But I'll totally add picked rottweiler to my list of insults. XD

Yes, but by then, than bloke from the future who is capable of controlling time will have come to us by then and HE will rule the world. Dammit. I'll just have to con him into letting me second-in-command. XD

[grubby-tap.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that guy! I forgot to figure him into my calculations of the future. Hmm. You'll have to seduce his time-travelling secrets out of him, throw him off a cliff, and then you can be FIRST in command.