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Amoure, vain-aholic


Saturday, January 15, 2011 8:21 PM
Believing the Unbelievable

Condition: Extremely pissed

Reason: Psychotic-overprotective father not allowing me to attend my final college retreat a.k.a LASALLIAN RECOLLECTION 3 (which he claims is not compulsory, but in truth is one of the keys to a successful graduation) because it's a freaking overnight activity. Despite the strict authority inside the retreat center and my persistent attempts of showing evidence of how mandatory it is, he still reigns over me with his patriarchal power. IT IS A SPIRITUAL ACTIVITY FOR GOODNESS' SAKE. I have just never missed an overnight off-campus activity, and I just see this unbelievable that I have been going places for so long, and now he's refusing to give me permission for a darn retreat. I have been attending retreats since high school. How unreasonable could this be? I feel like a grade schooler forbidden to go to the mall with my friends. Parents nowadays.

Forgive the rambling. Wouldn't you get pissed if you were in my shoes?

Hi, I come in peace.

MAYE (Ma-ye).
I'm an eighteen-year old full-time fashion police and girlfriend of a penguin badass. Feisty but sweeter than that chocolate down the bottom of your ice cream cone. No one but me, an aspiring businesswoman-writer-model(wannabe).

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