Things I do not miss about home...

So I guess this will be the last time I will be at home before I graduate and probably remain home for awhile. It has been a nice rest -- lots of eating, lots of sleeping, lots of watching movies/reading, lots of hanging out with my sister, etc... But as always, I (an eternal pessimist) like to look at the things that make life terrible.

1. Faux-Rich/Upper Middle Class Attitude: So I have a specific story for this one. I was taking a walk because I had a really bad headache and needed some fresh air. And as I was approaching the lake, a lost dog started jumping and sort of fighting with this other dog, which was being walked by this lady. She kind of reminded me of the beauty pageant judge at the end of 'Little Miss Sunshine' -- her voice was exactly like her and the tone she took, ugh... So I run over to try and help her and her dog. I grabbed the collar of the lost dog, and the lady just walks away without saying a word to me (except she sort of yelled at me for not restraining the dog, even though I told her that it wasn't my dog). Anyway, so I'm stuck with this dog, who then keeps jumping on me. I try to walk away, but it keeps following me and trying to knock me down. Finally, the dog gets lays down on a lawn to scratch its back, and I took that chance to run as fast as I could back home. It was a little scary. My point is people in my city and neighborhood just expect things like that -- they have a weird sense of expectation because they think they are special and should (not deserve) to be treated like this. What's stupid is the things I see on TV about the upper-class in Orange County is the exact attitude and personality in these people back at home. So I don't know if this attitude sort of comes with the idea that one is affluent or culture influence (I mean, the way celebrities are treated and their lifestyle). Who knows. I'll just try and ignore them in the future.

2. Gettin' Fat: My mom makes delicious food, and it's hard to resist. Plus it's girl scout cookie season (my sister and I just stole a box -- just kidding, it was for free...kind of...). I predict a weight gain of about 10 pounds. I'm plump and need to cut down on some calories... but after the break!

3. Traffic: People suck at driving here. This is mainly a characteristic of the faux-rich, driving their BMWs, Benz-es, Lexus-es, etc... They don't believe that traffic lights and signs apply to them. And their teenagers are the worst. They speed and cut you off. I guess, really in an attempt to show (ironically) the 'greatness' of their driving skills. Yup, I, for one, am VERY impressed you can drive fast and can surpass me, who is in a dinky 1992 Honda Accord that makes loud (and sometimes rude) noises at 30 mph. And also I live right next to a middle school, so 8-9 AM and 4 PM is the worst time to try and get out of my neighborhood. There are soccer moms lined up by the curbs blatantly disobeying the signs that say 'DON'T FREAKIN' PARK HERE!!!' and their children! OH! Tweens squawking away on their cell phones and engaging in their "social" rituals. Not like I haven't been there before -- actually I really haven't. I was a geek and was pretty much in the band hall until 6, when my parents got off work and picked me up. The only reason why this really upsets me is because they are standing right in front of my mailbox. Oh and the pollution they cause is terrible too.

4. My parent's (still) watchful eye... : Yeah, that's right. I still have a curfew, of like dusk. My parents basically still yell at me if it's almost dark, and I'm not at home. They are scared of everything -- rapists, kidnappers, child molesters, robbers, car thieves, etc... and believe that everything that could go bad does go bad. Obviously, I have had no traumatic run-ins with such maniacal characters, but I guess it could happen. Still, I feel that my age totally qualifies for me being able to hang out later than 10, though I guess my immaturity would suggest otherwise.

5. Being Pressured about Crap: don't wanna talk about, but it's something else I hate about coming home....

Yup, like I said -- I hate suburbia sometimes.