Into the unknown

Three weeks ago, I borrowed a few books from the library. One of them is a 589 page book, entitled "The Good War": An Oral History of World War II.

I just finished reading it today. And that makes me incredibly disappointed in myself. Normally I don't have any problems finishing a 589 page book once I pick it up and start reading. Why did this one take so long? Now I have to renew the other 5 books I borrowed at the same time, since they're due tomorrow and I haven't even had a chance to start any of them.

Sigh. But, on a good note, a lady complimented me at work yesterday. That made the rest of my day go by happily, especially since I was at the front desk all day.

I am so mad right now. >_> Earlier, Shannon, Jordan and I learned that Justin was throwing a party in honor of Jordan's birthday, which was a day ago (the 3rd). And since Justin's really been into the partying and stuff lately, we all knew that there would be alcohol in the picture. And since I didn't want either Shannon or Jordan driving drunk, I volunteered to drive them there and pick them up. Except that I got into trouble the last time I did that, since I was out past my curfew. So, when I get home, I go and explain to my parents that they're at a party, and that I drove them and am going to pick them up, since there might be drinking involved. Then I started to walk away, and what follows is basically a convo my parents and I had.

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My parents: Wait, what?!
Me: Yeah, so if you hear me go out past my curfew, that's what I'm doing.
My parents: Why do you let your friends use you like that? If they're drinking, have them call their parents, not you. Just tell them "No, I'm not going to go out and get you."
Me: ...I'm not going to let them drive drunk, okay?! (to my mom) Besides, you drank when you were eighteen!
My parents: Just think about this: every time you let them do this, you're letting them walk all over you.
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And that's basically what was said... there were some other things, too, but I really don't want to get into them here. >_< God... I hate it when they do this. I'm only doing what I think is right by not letting my friends drive drunk, and then they have to go and yell at me for it, saying that it's wrong! But, you know... I honestly don't give a crap anymore about what they say. They can't really have control over what I believe in, and how I live. Besides, my mom used to drink all the time when she was my age... and even though I know she's trying to help, it's a bit like the master thief yelling at a beginning thief for stealing something. :/ She's so hypocritical; I can't stand much more. They're like "Well, tell your friends to stop." And I want to just go crazy. I care about my friends, but I'm not so pretentious that I'm going to tell my friends how to live their lives. So I'm not going to stop them from doing anything that's not going to hurt them (unless they drink more than they can handle). One of the good things about life is that you're free to make mistakes. And so, I'm not going to interfere. But, seriously... I can't take much more. >_