Parents

Okay, I love my parents. I really do, with all my heart. There are things I credit completely to my parents, things I would never have without them-life, for one, but food, a good upraising (probably wrong tense or word), and my religion. But it frustrates me so much when they just simply seem to have their own agenda and aren't willing to listen or consider mine. Is this selfish of me? Maybe...okay, probably yes-a lot. But oh, well. I've already started, so now I'm finishing. I come home from college on my Spring Break, hoping for a week of relaxation, and getting to do just what I want to do, not what needs to be done (Again, I'm aware that this is pretty selfish...but I'm allowed that every once in a while, aren't I?), so I wasn't exactly thrilled when my parents told me they were leaving to St. George and I get to babysit the younger siblings (oh, how endearing). But I'm pretty easygoing, so that didn't really bother me that much-what irked me was the plan that I had to visit the high school every day for lunch. PAUSE. I know what you're thinking. "That's so lame, visiting the high school, on your break nonetheless!?" Yeah, I'm well aware. I'm not visiting the high school for the school. I'm visiting it for the friends there. Anyway, Monday I find out there is no school, but whatever-I still have four school days. Tuesday and Wednesday go without trouble...only let's just say there was a certain...presence that was missing (a presence I had particularly hoped to see). "Oh, well," I think, "I still have all of Thursday and Friday." But no...
All of a sudden, my youngest sister decides to get sick with a fever, and of course I have to take care of her because my parents are gone and I conveniently am at home with "nothing" to do. Hence, I end up with the luck (ha! luck, my foot) of taking care of her while my parents are in St. George. Still, though, I wasn't that bugged, until I found out I could have no shindig-esque thing at my house. Don't get me wrong, I understand that it's a stretch for my parents to allow me to do it when I'm the oldest kid home, but for a college student that's hoping to have a break, but then to have to 1) babysit his sister for two days instead of going to school, 2) babysit his other siblings over the weekend (even if he is getting paid for it), and 3) not even see the person he's most looking forward to seeing. Although this is redundant, I'm well aware this is considerable selfish of me. I can't expect things to always go exactly the way I want them to, but at least give me a little leeway.

I'm not really sure to what end this post was headed to...maybe it wasn't. It may have been (quite possibly) just a rant-not on my parents, just on life. I've realized this now. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'll just have to get over that. And as a line is quoted from one of the deleted scenes in "Enchanted" (one of the many movies I watched multiple times with my sister), I may be just a "hopeless romantic trying to get by in a world where romance is hopeless." Oh, well. I'll just plod on. :D *Ultra-cheesy sarcastic smile*

P.S. The "endearing" part was sarcastic. I really wanted to add that in because the word endearing struck me and wouldn't stop screaming until I put in in here.

Plus also, hooray! I think I finally wrote a post that wasn't actually intended to be deep. Look, readers! I'm human!