I don't why, I don't know why.

Every day after I come home from school, for two hours I have the house completely to myself. I can use the television in the front room! I can get a soda! I can play the piano or guitar without somebody popping their head through the door just to look at me for two seconds, ask some inane question like, "How was your day?" I respond pretty monosyllabicly, because I'm in the middle of something, like an episode of House, playing my ukulele, or even [gasp!] homework.

It's not that I don't love my parents or want to be a complete hermit, I just sometimes like having my space.

Yesterday after rehearsal I decided that although the weather sucked I would venture to the grocery store to buy my week's upcoming dinners and snack things I could throw into school lunches. I had a plan for when I got home. As soon as I got home I would turn on the TV, thereby claiming it for the next half hour. I'd start my mac n' cheese while I cued up the latest episode of Flight of the Conchords. I only had a limited amount of time to do this, because anything past 6 meant that the TV could easily be taken by the parents. When I got home, it was quiet in the front room, so either my dad was out or he was in his room hiding. Perfect!, I thought. But as I'm walking back from dropping off my backback in my room my dad starts following me to the kitchen. As I pull out a pot he pulls out frozen vegetables and a cylinder of sausage. Alas, I am foiled! It's not that I object to him watching the show with me - he probably wouldn't like it, but I never entered that stage where I would turn off the TV as soon as anybody entered the room like Becky did. It's just that he was noisy. I just wanted some me time, that's all. And then, before the episode even ended, my mom came home. So they were talking, being loud, still cooking.

And I just get so annoyed. I dread when either of my parents come home because they always pop their heads in my door to STARE at me for a while. I just look at them like, "YES?! WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY WANT?!" And then they leave.

I'd like to have a week or even just a weekend to myself once and a while. Perhaps I'm just really ready to move out. I'm pretty self-sufficient these days. Except for money, I provide for myself. I always make my own meals, mostly out of necessity or because they don't know how to cook. I could be on my own.


In two weeks, I'll know that I got into Davis.